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 Somalia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 funk 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
The Index,
Soft Cell,
Stetsasonic,
Marc Almond,
Second Layer,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chrome,
Deakin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Max Romeo,
Bad Manners,
Maleditus Sound,
Q65,
Black Pus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shuggie Otis,
Lower 48,
Trumans Water,
Skarface,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Tremeloes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Anakelly,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Cal Tjader,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eddi Front,
Gastr Del Sol,
Organ,
Yellowson,
Altered Images,
Urselle,
Amon Düül,
Scientists,
Mars,
Don Cherry,
EPMD,
Charles Mingus,
Tom Boy,
Pulsallama,
Minor Threat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barbara Tucker,
Unwound,
Main Source,
the Human League,
Funkadelic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mark Hollis,
Donald Byrd,
Underground Resistance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
AZ,
Henry Cow,
Technova,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Bananas,
Eric Dolphy,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.