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 Brunei and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Darondo to the disco 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Sister Nancy,
kango's stein massive,
Little Man,
Prince Buster,
Urselle,
Crooked Eye,
Freddie Wadling,
Main Source,
Black Flag,
Second Layer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Blues Magoos,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Young Rascals,
The Last Poets,
La Düsseldorf,
Stockholm Monsters,
Young Marble Giants,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moby Grape,
Negative Approach,
The J.B.'s,
Warren Ellis,
Gichy Dan,
Harmonia,
Pulsallama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Slits,
T. Rex,
Mad Mike,
The Shadows of Knight,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minnie Riperton,
Anthony Braxton,
Gong,
Rakim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
K-Klass,
The Trojans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
ABC,
Aural Exciters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soulsonic Force,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Görl,
Lungfish,
The Human League,
Hot Snakes,
Donald Byrd,
The Gories,
Mr. Review,
Easy Going,
Fatback Band,
The Victims,
Lyres,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Busters,
Porter Ricks,
Thee Headcoats,
Max Romeo,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.