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 Uruguay and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Danielle Patucci to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
This Heat,
10cc,
Warren Ellis,
Crooked Eye,
Jandek,
Scott Walker,
F. McDonald,
Brass Construction,
Marmalade,
Public Enemy,
Clear Light,
Babytalk,
The Cowsills,
Q and Not U,
The Barracudas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Divine Comedy,
Barrington Levy,
The Blues Magoos,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rakim,
Skriet,
Minny Pops,
Harmonia,
Brothers Johnson,
Newcleus,
The Names,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bush Tetras,
Index,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June Days,
L. Decosne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Von Mondo,
Lakeside,
Talk Talk,
U.S. Maple,
Pole,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joe Smooth,
MC5,
Gong,
Tears for Fears,
The Moleskins,
John Lydon,
Flipper,
Stockholm Monsters,
Danielle Patucci,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers,
Surgeon,
Average White Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Judy Mowatt,
Intrusion,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.