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 Vanuatu and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Funky Four + One to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Chrome,
Charles Mingus,
James White and The Blacks,
The Names,
Nirvana,
Ken Boothe,
Subhumans,
Hashim,
Shuggie Otis,
Slick Rick,
The Seeds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Clarke,
Magma,
Sight & Sound,
the Human League,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jandek,
Harry Pussy,
Khruangbin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Christie,
Motorama,
The Electric Prunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dawn Penn,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare,
Lucky Dragons,
Nas,
The Wake,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scientists,
MDC,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stereo Dub,
The Velvet Underground,
Mr. Review,
Metal Thangz,
Godley & Creme,
Grauzone,
The Standells,
Gastr Del Sol,
Accadde A,
Drexciya,
Pierre Henry,
The Raincoats,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang of Four,
The Cure,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joey Negro,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.