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 France and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
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 808 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 Lungfish to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Joensuu 1685,
The Buckinghams,
Fela Kuti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DJ Style,
The Cramps,
Procol Harum,
Sound Behaviour,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Spandau Ballet,
John Cale,
Robert Wyatt,
Sarah Menescal,
Hardrive,
Unrelated Segments,
Outsiders,
The Searchers,
Byron Stingily,
Suburban Knight,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Deadbeat,
Ultra Naté,
Bronski Beat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
EPMD,
The Blackbyrds,
the Normal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Angry Samoans,
Minutemen,
Metal Thangz,
The Young Rascals,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül II,
Loose Ends,
Joy Division,
Subhumans,
The Durutti Column,
Gabor Szabo,
The Tremeloes,
The Barracudas,
Sandy B,
Minny Pops,
Danielle Patucci,
Duran Duran,
Marmalade,
Electric Prunes,
The American Breed,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cure,
Von Mondo,
B.T. Express,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cymande,
The Human League,
Soul II Soul,
Nils Olav,
Joe Smooth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.