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 Ghana and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Throbbing Gristle to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Smog,
Rotary Connection,
The Blackbyrds,
Desert Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-101,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dead C,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jandek,
Mars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scrapy,
Inner City,
Ultravox,
UT,
Moss Icon,
Todd Terry,
Adolescents,
Black Bananas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alphaville,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pulsallama,
The Smoke,
The Grass Roots,
Amazonics,
The Black Dice,
Intrusion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Whodini,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare,
Drexciya,
Fluxion,
Q65,
The Smiths,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ponytail,
the Association,
Dual Sessions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Groovy Waters,
Graham Central Station,
Kerri Chandler,
Soul Sonic Force,
EPMD,
Siglo XX,
8 Eyed Spy,
ABBA,
The Happenings,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roger Hodgson,
Janne Schatter,
Wally Richardson,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Count Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Faust,
John Coltrane,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.