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 Egypt and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 Drexciya to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brothers Johnson,
Hot Snakes,
JFA,
Boredoms,
The Sound,
Public Enemy,
Joyce Sims,
Vladislav Delay,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joy Division,
Newcleus,
Man Parrish,
John Holt,
In Retrospect,
Derrick May,
X-101,
Television Personalities,
The Index,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Livin' Joy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slave,
Amon Düül,
Iggy Pop,
Nirvana,
Qualms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Flag,
The Fuzztones,
Q65,
Barclay James Harvest,
Swell Maps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Carl Craig,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun City Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Lyres,
The Pop Group,
Pagans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Steve Hackett,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scan 7,
Easy Going,
John Lydon,
Bobby Sherman,
The Knickerbockers,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott Heron,
Glenn Branca,
Tim Buckley,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Misunderstood,
James White and The Blacks,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.