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 Fiji and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Lyres to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec 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?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rod Modell,
John Foxx,
Don Cherry,
John Cale,
The Doors,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Hood,
Erykah Badu,
Scott Walker,
Black Flag,
Soul II Soul,
Albert Ayler,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Womack,
Roger Hodgson,
Brand Nubian,
Simply Red,
Easy Going,
Max Romeo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang of Four,
Althea and Donna,
Kenny Larkin,
Minnie Riperton,
James White and The Blacks,
Susan Cadogan,
Duran Duran,
Kayak,
Arab on Radar,
Soft Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Cybotron,
The Cowsills,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Black Dice,
Lungfish,
The Alarm Clocks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crooked Eye,
David Bowie,
Todd Rundgren,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grauzone,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sarah Menescal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Archie Shepp,
Little Man,
Blancmange,
Alton Ellis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minor Threat,
Essential Logic,
The Angels of Light,
Half Japanese,
Funky Four + One,
Rufus Thomas,
Suicide,
Magazine,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.