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 Tuvalu and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Joensuu 1685 to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Excepter,
Agent Orange,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fad Gadget,
Hoover,
Danielle Patucci,
DJ Style,
The Fuzztones,
L. Decosne,
Von Mondo,
Rod Modell,
The American Breed,
Bluetip,
The Doors,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arab on Radar,
Negative Approach,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Laurel Aitken,
Au Pairs,
Motorama,
Scion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cymande,
Pharoah Sanders,
Popol Vuh,
Wings,
Throbbing Gristle,
Public Enemy,
Heaven 17,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Althea and Donna,
Audionom,
Idris Muhammad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Christie,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gap Band,
New Order,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Charles Mingus,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Bar-Kays,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Urselle,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marshall Jefferson,
UT,
The Techniques,
Al Stewart,
The Red Krayola,
Carl Craig,
Ice-T,
the Sonics,
Colin Newman,
Chrome,
The Monochrome Set,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.