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 Austria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 This Heat to the rap 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Birthday Party,
Stereo Dub,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Urselle,
Fear,
Yellowson,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Don Cherry,
the Normal,
The Smiths,
Babytalk,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang of Four,
The Red Krayola,
Carl Craig,
One Last Wish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Searchers,
T. Rex,
Mantronix,
The Residents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vladislav Delay,
Roy Ayers,
Moby Grape,
Symarip,
Silicon Teens,
Mad Mike,
Thompson Twins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slackers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Mr. Review,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bootsy Collins,
The Offenders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Schoolly D,
The Smoke,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Association,
Sister Nancy,
Lyres,
Quantec,
Skriet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tres Demented,
Pagans,
Camouflage,
Donald Byrd,
Aloha Tigers,
The Trojans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Duran Duran,
Donny Hathaway,
Harmonia,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.