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 Maldives and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 David McCallum to the jazz 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
The Toasters,
Mars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amon Düül,
New Order,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wasted Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Green,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Sherman,
Absolute Body Control,
Soft Machine,
Iggy Pop,
The Smoke,
The Motions,
Eric Dolphy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ten City,
Pulsallama,
Terrestrial Tones,
One Last Wish,
The Young Rascals,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marmalade,
Unrelated Segments,
Scientists,
Glenn Branca,
Harmonia,
Toni Rubio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Joey Negro,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Litter,
Black Pus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Interpol,
Sugar Minott,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arab on Radar,
Surgeon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rekid,
The Leaves,
John Foxx,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
UT,
The Slackers,
Andrew Hill,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang of Four,
Aaron Thompson,
Icehouse,
Hasil Adkins,
Excepter,
Porter Ricks,
Connie Case,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.