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 Libya and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Monolake to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
AZ,
Electric Prunes,
Laurel Aitken,
Roger Hodgson,
Sandy B,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fear,
Lou Reed,
Hashim,
Wally Richardson,
The Mummies,
U.S. Maple,
Popol Vuh,
John Foxx,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Smoke,
F. McDonald,
Basic Channel,
Danielle Patucci,
The Index,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lightning Bolt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moby Grape,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Toasters,
Loose Ends,
Angry Samoans,
The Searchers,
Vainqueur,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oblivians,
Crooked Eye,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fortunes,
Alton Ellis,
Lakeside,
Darondo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brass Construction,
Sun City Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Deepchord,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Man Parrish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Görl,
Aaron Thompson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Royal Trux,
The Gun Club,
Youth Brigade,
Pierre Henry,
Chrome,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.