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 Iraq and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 The Wake to the funk 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Slackers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Wyatt,
John Holt,
Yellowson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pierre Henry,
Stereo Dub,
The Doors,
Camouflage,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gun Club,
Talk Talk,
Surgeon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pulsallama,
David Bowie,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pole,
Pylon,
Barrington Levy,
Peter & Gordon,
Sonic Youth,
UT,
Todd Terry,
The Smiths,
Sarah Menescal,
Scion,
New Order,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bang On A Can,
The Real Kids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Blackbyrds,
Eddi Front,
Dennis Brown,
Slave,
Easy Going,
U.S. Maple,
Skriet,
Wolf Eyes,
LL Cool J,
The Human League,
Tommy Roe,
The Sound,
Avey Tare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Martian,
Schoolly D,
Alphaville,
Suicide,
Shuggie Otis,
Lower 48,
Roxette,
Radiohead,
KRS-One,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.