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 Germany and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Freddie Wadling to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
The United States of America,
Slick Rick,
Connie Case,
Janne Schatter,
the Normal,
Spoonie Gee,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moss Icon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Laurel Aitken,
Cheater Slicks,
Piero Umiliani,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Magma,
Tubeway Army,
Ohio Players,
Lalann,
Harmonia,
The Searchers,
Porter Ricks,
Faraquet,
Wasted Youth,
DNA,
Mission of Burma,
Jandek,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Can,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yellowson,
Matthew Halsall,
The Modern Lovers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Prince Buster,
Crime,
MC5,
The Fugs,
Tim Buckley,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Rundgren,
The Trojans,
Qualms,
Joe Finger,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
DJ Style,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rites of Spring,
Minnie Riperton,
Schoolly D,
Quadrant,
Anthony Braxton,
Jesper Dahlback,
CMW,
The Smiths,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cameo,
John Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.