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 Singapore and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Delta 5 to the crunk 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wolf Eyes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Techniques,
Stiv Bators,
Rosa Yemen,
The Litter,
The Motions,
Mo-Dettes,
T.S.O.L.,
Technova,
Talk Talk,
Altered Images,
The Busters,
Suicide,
Panda Bear,
Juan Atkins,
Faust,
Thee Headcoats,
The Birthday Party,
Dead Boys,
DNA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
OOIOO,
Desert Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Silicon Teens,
the Normal,
Dennis Brown,
the Germs,
Gang of Four,
John Cale,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Morten Harket,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pagans,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Womack,
Marvin Gaye,
The Music Machine,
Joyce Sims,
Smog,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Last Poets,
Nils Olav,
Qualms,
Glenn Branca,
The Misunderstood,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.