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 the UAE and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Flash Fearless,
Depeche Mode,
Massinfluence,
John Holt,
Jeff Mills,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Hood,
Soulsonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fear,
The Alarm Clocks,
Icehouse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chris & Cosey,
Crash Course in Science,
The Martian,
Lakeside,
Bizarre Inc.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grey Daturas,
Jandek,
the Germs,
Ituana,
New York Dolls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Charles Mingus,
Loose Ends,
Terrestrial Tones,
Khruangbin,
Organ,
Mission of Burma,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lungfish,
Electric Prunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dark Day,
The Red Krayola,
Blossom Toes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arab on Radar,
Matthew Halsall,
X-102,
Rites of Spring,
Toni Rubio,
Alice Coltrane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Maleditus Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gladiators,
Gichy Dan,
Underground Resistance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Porter Ricks,
EPMD,
Matthew Bourne,
Mad Mike,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lee Hazlewood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hasil Adkins,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.