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 Peru and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Unwound to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Bootsy Collins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Audionom,
AZ,
In Retrospect,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crime,
Bronski Beat,
Kenny Larkin,
Saccharine Trust,
The Wake,
The Trojans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Prunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Agitation Free,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boz Scaggs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
PIL,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-102,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Spoonie Gee,
Chris & Cosey,
Tim Buckley,
The J.B.'s,
Susan Cadogan,
Moby Grape,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mars,
The Cowsills,
Scott Walker,
Johnny Osbourne,
Section 25,
Easy Going,
Dual Sessions,
The Modern Lovers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Flag,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Subhumans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Can,
The Stooges,
The Gun Club,
kango's stein massive,
Sonny Sharrock,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Green,
The Busters,
The Pretty Things,
The Raincoats,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.