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 Tunisia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Crash Course in Science to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
John Holt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sonic Youth,
Desert Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rites of Spring,
the Human League,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Swell Maps,
Aswad,
Intrusion,
The Mummies,
Zero Boys,
Q65,
The Red Krayola,
Lakeside,
Crispy Ambulance,
Circle Jerks,
Theoretical Girls,
Tom Boy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Andrew Hill,
Jawbox,
Hoover,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Womack,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Grass Roots,
cv313,
Jeff Mills,
LL Cool J,
Hasil Adkins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skarface,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arab on Radar,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Khruangbin,
Half Japanese,
Grey Daturas,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sound,
Robert Görl,
The Associates,
Wasted Youth,
Hardrive,
Spoonie Gee,
Smog,
X-101,
Janne Schatter,
Isaac Hayes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chris Corsano,
Tomorrow,
Man Parrish,
The Selecter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crash Course in Science,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.