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 Costa Rica and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thompson Twins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quantec,
The Gories,
Althea and Donna,
Lindisfarne,
This Heat,
Soul II Soul,
Guru Guru,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Sherman,
kango's stein massive,
Soft Cell,
Deadbeat,
the Association,
Joey Negro,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fugs,
KRS-One,
Lee Hazlewood,
Porter Ricks,
The Gun Club,
10cc,
Gichy Dan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kaleidoscope,
Visage,
The Trojans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Supertramp,
Magma,
The Toasters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ken Boothe,
Radiohead,
The Neon Judgement,
the Sonics,
Nils Olav,
48th St. Collective,
Darondo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The J.B.'s,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
R.M.O.,
The Happenings,
Bluetip,
New York Dolls,
The Wake,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Swans,
Mandrill,
The Durutti Column,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roxy Music,
Chris Corsano,
The Beau Brummels,
Donald Byrd,
Maleditus Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.