Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Romania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Aaron Thompson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Hardrive,
Surgeon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marine Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Roxette,
Anthony Braxton,
Jesper Dahlback,
The J.B.'s,
Lyres,
The Black Dice,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flipper,
Fluxion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Moleskins,
Loose Ends,
Radio Birdman,
Michelle Simonal,
Public Enemy,
Connie Case,
Funky Four + One,
David Axelrod,
Marvin Gaye,
Siglo XX,
Slave,
The Fugs,
Lungfish,
The Star Department,
U.S. Maple,
Radiohead,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moody Blues,
Suicide,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mars,
The Music Machine,
Pantaleimon,
Mad Mike,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thompson Twins,
Donald Byrd,
The Martian,
Q65,
8 Eyed Spy,
Swans,
Robert Görl,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slick Rick,
Bob Dylan,
Crime,
Gil Scott Heron,
Davy DMX,
The Offenders,
Traffic Nightmare,
OOIOO,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.