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 Netherlands and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 DJ Sneak to the rap 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
The Toasters,
the Swans,
Hasil Adkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang On A Can,
Circle Jerks,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jerry's Kids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Monolake,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
These Immortal Souls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harmonia,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Martian,
John Coltrane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
Inner City,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeff Mills,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neil Young,
Liliput,
Niagra,
Stetsasonic,
Underground Resistance,
Half Japanese,
The Smiths,
Josef K,
Ultra Naté,
DNA,
D'Angelo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skaos,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chris Corsano,
Index,
the Sonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wasted Youth,
The Angels of Light,
The Mummies,
Letta Mbulu,
the Association,
Radiopuhelimet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aaron Thompson,
Juan Atkins,
Monks,
Pagans,
Motorama,
Technova,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.