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 Korea North and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Lou Reed 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 Rhythm & Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scion,
Public Enemy,
Ituana,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aloha Tigers,
Guru Guru,
Soft Cell,
Bob Dylan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bad Manners,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bootsy Collins,
Das Ding,
Sällskapet,
T.S.O.L.,
Deadbeat,
X-Ray Spex,
The Monochrome Set,
The Knickerbockers,
Goldenarms,
Ornette Coleman,
Sight & Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ponytail,
The Walker Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
Stereo Dub,
Ronnie Foster,
Siglo XX,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
This Heat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amon Düül,
The Motions,
Hardrive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brand Nubian,
Negative Approach,
Delta 5,
Absolute Body Control,
Janne Schatter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Age Steppers,
Michelle Simonal,
Adolescents,
Harmonia,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nas,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dead C,
Scientists,
Black Sheep,
Thompson Twins,
Nirvana,
KRS-One,
Bill Near,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.