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 Qatar and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Holger Czukay 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 Crime to the rock 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Man Parrish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camberwell Now,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Trumans Water,
Motorama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Associates,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Parry Music,
The Gories,
Oneida,
Moby Grape,
Piero Umiliani,
DJ Style,
the Slits,
Siglo XX,
Suburban Knight,
Altered Images,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Matthew Halsall,
Sixth Finger,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vainqueur,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stiv Bators,
Television Personalities,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amon Düül,
The Names,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun City Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Delta 5,
Maleditus Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Drexciya,
Minnie Riperton,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gap Band,
Bang On A Can,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amazonics,
The Litter,
One Last Wish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Tremeloes,
The Slits,
The Red Krayola,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.