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 Libya and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Amon Düül to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Kayak,
The Detroit Cobras,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Clear Light,
Youth Brigade,
Alton Ellis,
Surgeon,
Howard Jones,
John Holt,
Wally Richardson,
Anakelly,
Radio Birdman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joy Division,
Magma,
OOIOO,
Organ,
Intrusion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Toni Rubio,
Funkadelic,
Hot Snakes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Babytalk,
Symarip,
The Divine Comedy,
Juan Atkins,
Cluster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Delon & Dalcan,
Can,
Little Man,
Bill Wells,
Pantaleimon,
The Saints,
Moebius,
the Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alice Coltrane,
The Angels of Light,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rites of Spring,
Alison Limerick,
Joey Negro,
The Star Department,
Make Up,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Michelle Simonal,
Unrelated Segments,
Animal Collective,
Fear,
Camouflage,
Black Moon,
The Count Five,
Blake Baxter,
Bronski Beat,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.