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 Algeria and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 The Pretty Things to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rakim,
Marmalade,
Lightning Bolt,
Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
Vainqueur,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pierre Henry,
Mad Mike,
Trumans Water,
Jeff Mills,
Skarface,
Magma,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultravox,
Brass Construction,
Man Parrish,
The Birthday Party,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sandy B,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dawn Penn,
The Real Kids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Wake,
The Stooges,
the Swans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Adolescents,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Knickerbockers,
Amazonics,
Duran Duran,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Carl Craig,
DJ Sneak,
B.T. Express,
Delta 5,
X-102,
Roxette,
The Fall,
Eurythmics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thompson Twins,
Aural Exciters,
Negative Approach,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dead C,
cv313,
David McCallum,
Bobby Byrd,
Glenn Branca,
Neil Young,
Hashim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.