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 Fiji and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 David McCallum to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Depeche Mode,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David Bowie,
ABC,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Massinfluence,
Erasure,
JFA,
Swell Maps,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fugs,
Grauzone,
Soft Cell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Spoonie Gee,
The Offenders,
Albert Ayler,
Lungfish,
The Velvet Underground,
Flash Fearless,
Livin' Joy,
Scan 7,
Minutemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
MC5,
Joensuu 1685,
John Foxx,
Das Ding,
The Music Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
Lucky Dragons,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hasil Adkins,
Camouflage,
Electric Prunes,
Todd Terry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alphaville,
Lindisfarne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Order,
F. McDonald,
Barry Ungar,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stiv Bators,
Judy Mowatt,
Cecil Taylor,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Graham Central Station,
The Birthday Party,
Eden Ahbez,
Amazonics,
Terry Callier,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.