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 Liberia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Lakeside to the electroclash 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Pole,
Lyres,
Pagans,
Panda Bear,
Man Parrish,
Camouflage,
Kenny Larkin,
AZ,
The Kinks,
Subhumans,
FM Einheit,
The Seeds,
Fluxion,
Tubeway Army,
Dead Boys,
The Raincoats,
Don Cherry,
Rufus Thomas,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Womack,
Kerri Chandler,
Minor Threat,
Unwound,
June of 44,
Sam Rivers,
Grey Daturas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Wake,
Sparks,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Happenings,
Bob Dylan,
Main Source,
Pere Ubu,
Animal Collective,
Pantytec,
These Immortal Souls,
the Soft Cell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scan 7,
Carl Craig,
Eric B and Rakim,
Heaven 17,
Interpol,
The Monks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rotary Connection,
Zero Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jawbox,
Ken Boothe,
Althea and Donna,
The Busters,
Colin Newman,
The Blues Magoos,
The Martian,
Deepchord,
Mary Jane Girls,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.