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 Madagascar and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Girls At Our Best! to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Scott Walker,
The Index,
The Black Dice,
Ohio Players,
Scientists,
Swell Maps,
Simply Red,
The Gun Club,
The Neon Judgement,
The Doors,
The Fall,
The Zeros,
Kerri Chandler,
Absolute Body Control,
Das Ding,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marc Almond,
Gabor Szabo,
EPMD,
Rekid,
Brand Nubian,
Deepchord,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Half Japanese,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Coltrane,
Quando Quango,
The Dead C,
Buzzcocks,
Eden Ahbez,
Audionom,
Chris & Cosey,
Fela Kuti,
Black Sheep,
Funkadelic,
The Remains,
Barrington Levy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
T.S.O.L.,
Scrapy,
Organ,
Albert Ayler,
MDC,
DNA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Faraquet,
Mad Mike,
Joey Negro,
The Birthday Party,
Slick Rick,
The Toasters,
The Monochrome Set,
Althea and Donna,
Jeff Mills,
Grandmaster Flash,
Anthony Braxton,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.