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 East Timor and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cameo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soft Cell,
Symarip,
Lou Reed,
Deepchord,
Radiohead,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Red Krayola,
Animal Collective,
Sugar Minott,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Pus,
Vladislav Delay,
The Index,
Icehouse,
Heaven 17,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Black Dice,
FM Einheit,
Unwound,
Ronnie Foster,
The Busters,
Donald Byrd,
Banda Bassotti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
OOIOO,
Lebanon Hanover,
Matthew Bourne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tommy Roe,
Pierre Henry,
Erykah Badu,
Lalann,
Hot Snakes,
Yazoo,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mojo Men,
Quantec,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brass Construction,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aswad,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mars,
Anakelly,
The Leaves,
Gabor Szabo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Görl,
China Crisis,
Cluster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Make Up,
The Names,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.