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 Sudan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 Trumans Water to the rap 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Dolphy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barrington Levy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Janne Schatter,
Neu!,
Ronnie Foster,
Carl Craig,
a-ha,
Byron Stingily,
Guru Guru,
Ultravox,
MC5,
Lindisfarne,
Shoche,
Sam Rivers,
Thee Headcoats,
Rhythm & Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Public Enemy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harry Pussy,
Idris Muhammad,
Basic Channel,
Mark Hollis,
Drexciya,
Half Japanese,
Pere Ubu,
The Techniques,
Anakelly,
The Last Poets,
Michelle Simonal,
The Buckinghams,
Bronski Beat,
Sound Behaviour,
Funky Four + One,
Goldenarms,
MDC,
Lungfish,
Negative Approach,
The Golliwogs,
Joyce Sims,
Donald Byrd,
Von Mondo,
Schoolly D,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bluetip,
The Smiths,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Outsiders,
Chris Corsano,
David Axelrod,
Gang Green,
Harmonia,
Bang On A Can,
The Gories,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.