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 Belize and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Hardrive to the electroclash 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
D'Angelo,
Electric Prunes,
Brick,
Liliput,
Slave,
Radiohead,
Angry Samoans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hardrive,
James White and The Blacks,
Pantytec,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soul Sonic Force,
Newcleus,
Reagan Youth,
The Offenders,
Bootsy Collins,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Moon,
PIL,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Seeds,
Clear Light,
The Fugs,
Intrusion,
the Soft Cell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soft Cell,
Rakim,
Fluxion,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mummies,
Joensuu 1685,
Don Cherry,
Brand Nubian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Basic Channel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Banda Bassotti,
Brass Construction,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Qualms,
Babytalk,
Crash Course in Science,
Josef K,
Scratch Acid,
Derrick May,
Kurtis Blow,
Tom Boy,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fire Engines,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Andrew Hill,
Bang On A Can,
Rod Modell,
Pussy Galore,
Yaz,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.