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 Russia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Nirvana to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
CMW,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Surgeon,
Blancmange,
Agent Orange,
Faust,
Harmonia,
Alphaville,
Dave Gahan,
Heaven 17,
Amon Düül,
Matthew Bourne,
Erasure,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
Yazoo,
Bill Wells,
Rod Modell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Infiniti,
Adolescents,
Sun Ra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ronan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mantronix,
Gregory Isaacs,
E-Dancer,
Derrick Morgan,
Joensuu 1685,
Eden Ahbez,
Lungfish,
The Real Kids,
Loose Ends,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ten City,
Peter & Gordon,
Wally Richardson,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Intrusion,
The Fall,
Pierre Henry,
The Moleskins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Henry Cow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Khruangbin,
Fugazi,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Golliwogs,
Al Stewart,
Juan Atkins,
Pantytec,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Prince Buster,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.