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 Madagascar and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
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 güiro 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 Grass Roots to the grime 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Martian,
Gong,
Television Personalities,
The Monks,
L. Decosne,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Görl,
The Saints,
Connie Case,
Ohio Players,
Dual Sessions,
Q65,
Matthew Bourne,
Sixth Finger,
Maurizio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Metal Thangz,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Bar-Kays,
Minor Threat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bronski Beat,
Michelle Simonal,
Cameo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Matthew Halsall,
Duran Duran,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Slackers,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cowsills,
Byron Stingily,
EPMD,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scientists,
Basic Channel,
Mr. Review,
The Music Machine,
Magma,
Mission of Burma,
Barrington Levy,
Lightning Bolt,
Joensuu 1685,
New Order,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Foxx,
Trumans Water,
The Velvet Underground,
Bob Dylan,
Tomorrow,
The Searchers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marmalade,
The Human League,
Henry Cow,
Agent Orange,
Panda Bear,
John Coltrane,
E-Dancer,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.