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 Mongolia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 OOIOO to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Detroit Cobras,
These Immortal Souls,
Marvin Gaye,
The Monochrome Set,
Michelle Simonal,
Zero Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bad Manners,
the Slits,
Wally Richardson,
Easy Going,
Sandy B,
Blake Baxter,
X-Ray Spex,
Wings,
Chrome,
Sparks,
Neil Young,
The Skatalites,
Malaria!,
UT,
Kas Product,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
June Days,
Radio Birdman,
Charles Mingus,
Pere Ubu,
Banda Bassotti,
Yaz,
Moss Icon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Godley & Creme,
Deadbeat,
Lower 48,
D'Angelo,
Duran Duran,
John Lydon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
48th St. Collective,
Sällskapet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
10cc,
The Selecter,
Blossom Toes,
The Litter,
the Normal,
H. Thieme,
The Motions,
Funky Four + One,
Ten City,
Arcadia,
Isaac Hayes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dark Day,
The Monks,
Skaos,
The Birthday Party,
Slick Rick,
The Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
Television Personalities,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.