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 Bahamas and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 The Gap Band to the funk 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alphaville,
David McCallum,
Public Enemy,
Scion,
KRS-One,
Joe Finger,
Ornette Coleman,
Animal Collective,
Soft Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Y Pants,
Swans,
Lindisfarne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Eating Sloth,
Second Layer,
Heaven 17,
Minny Pops,
Howard Jones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Carl Craig,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cameo,
Minnie Riperton,
Fear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wings,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stiv Bators,
Moby Grape,
Eve St. Jones,
Gichy Dan,
Nik Kershaw,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Little Man,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Agitation Free,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sight & Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Nirvana,
The Motions,
Vladislav Delay,
Bronski Beat,
Eli Mardock,
Grey Daturas,
Porter Ricks,
Eric Dolphy,
Maleditus Sound,
Simply Red,
Sällskapet,
Make Up,
Pulsallama,
T.S.O.L.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marmalade,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.