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 Kiribati and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 X-102 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
the Slits,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
FM Einheit,
Harry Pussy,
The Golliwogs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The New Christs,
Cluster,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dark Day,
Chrome,
Jawbox,
Ossler,
The Smoke,
Lou Christie,
CMW,
Scott Walker,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Monks,
The Star Department,
Darondo,
These Immortal Souls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camouflage,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minutemen,
Minny Pops,
Can,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Slits,
Silicon Teens,
Mantronix,
Sun City Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Howard Jones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Motions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marc Almond,
Fluxion,
Prince Buster,
The Cramps,
Jeff Lynne,
Wasted Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amon Düül II,
Rapeman,
David McCallum,
Jacques Brel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doors,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Red Krayola,
The Remains,
Dawn Penn,
The Buckinghams,
Popol Vuh,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.