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 Estonia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Tears for Fears to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Zapp,
Tommy Roe,
Derrick Morgan,
The Velvet Underground,
Dark Day,
Jesper Dahlback,
Talk Talk,
LL Cool J,
The Searchers,
The Blackbyrds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Certain Ratio,
Don Cherry,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fortunes,
Amon Düül II,
Warsaw,
Television Personalities,
Adolescents,
China Crisis,
Crash Course in Science,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fall,
The Gun Club,
The Doors,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Pus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lucky Dragons,
T. Rex,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blancmange,
Tomorrow,
Gang Starr,
Motorama,
Harry Pussy,
The Standells,
Soft Machine,
Gang Green,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fear,
Eli Mardock,
Cal Tjader,
Brothers Johnson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mission of Burma,
Davy DMX,
Lungfish,
Bob Dylan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kas Product,
Heaven 17,
Hot Snakes,
CMW,
Alton Ellis,
Michelle Simonal,
The Smoke,
The Young Rascals,
Zero Boys,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.