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 Hungary and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Scan 7 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
These Immortal Souls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
KRS-One,
Whodini,
Bobby Byrd,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Supertramp,
Talk Talk,
John Holt,
Wire,
Ultimate Spinach,
48th St. Collective,
The Angels of Light,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Certain Ratio,
The Stooges,
Isaac Hayes,
The Remains,
U.S. Maple,
Erasure,
Lower 48,
Donald Byrd,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
F. McDonald,
10cc,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
a-ha,
Minnie Riperton,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pierre Henry,
Public Enemy,
The Misunderstood,
The Golliwogs,
Swans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gregory Isaacs,
Delta 5,
Kerri Chandler,
Nik Kershaw,
The Kinks,
Flipper,
Colin Newman,
Fad Gadget,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Sonics,
The Wake,
Josef K,
The Cure,
Deakin,
Cluster,
Robert Görl,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pulsallama,
The Doors,
Wolf Eyes,
The Electric Prunes,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.