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 El Salvador and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crime to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '60s 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 Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
John Coltrane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Wyatt,
Siglo XX,
Glambeats Corp.,
Johnny Clarke,
The Misunderstood,
A Certain Ratio,
Yaz,
Electric Prunes,
Can,
Tubeway Army,
Patti Smith,
June of 44,
Urselle,
Skaos,
Archie Shepp,
Whodini,
The Mojo Men,
Y Pants,
Talk Talk,
Darondo,
Make Up,
The Grass Roots,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Human League,
Ludus,
Hashim,
Yusef Lateef,
The United States of America,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeff Mills,
Alison Limerick,
Babytalk,
The New Christs,
The Cure,
The Gladiators,
Henry Cow,
Mo-Dettes,
Toni Rubio,
Neil Young,
The Divine Comedy,
KRS-One,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Subhumans,
Los Fastidios,
Leonard Cohen,
U.S. Maple,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wings,
Hoover,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vainqueur,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Todd Terry,
Arcadia,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.