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 Liechtenstein and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jeff Mills to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Index,
China Crisis,
Robert Wyatt,
Mark Hollis,
Chris & Cosey,
Main Source,
The Slackers,
Agent Orange,
Pere Ubu,
The Stooges,
Infiniti,
Bill Wells,
Newcleus,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Associates,
Spandau Ballet,
The Standells,
The Skatalites,
48th St. Collective,
Bush Tetras,
Peter & Gordon,
MC5,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yaz,
Mr. Review,
Junior Murvin,
Scratch Acid,
Susan Cadogan,
Barrington Levy,
Throbbing Gristle,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Grauzone,
Matthew Bourne,
Harry Pussy,
Chrome,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Underground Resistance,
Guru Guru,
Warren Ellis,
Juan Atkins,
Scan 7,
Dark Day,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arthur Verocai,
John Coltrane,
Negative Approach,
Derrick Morgan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Maurizio,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Womack,
Dead Boys,
New York Dolls,
The Doors,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.