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 Tanzania and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 The Red Krayola to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neil Young,
David Bowie,
CMW,
Donald Byrd,
Nik Kershaw,
Pole,
Alton Ellis,
Juan Atkins,
Jeru the Damaja,
June of 44,
Deakin,
Cluster,
Banda Bassotti,
The Slits,
Traffic Nightmare,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Susan Cadogan,
The Smiths,
the Swans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radiohead,
Flash Fearless,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grey Daturas,
Ronan,
Nils Olav,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Delta 5,
Heaven 17,
The Walker Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Q and Not U,
The Dirtbombs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Normal,
Radio Birdman,
Lungfish,
The Monks,
Stetsasonic,
John Lydon,
Thompson Twins,
Saccharine Trust,
Arcadia,
Bill Wells,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gichy Dan,
The Index,
Nas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
48th St. Collective,
Echospace,
Moss Icon,
Tubeway Army,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.