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 Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
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 808 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 Intrusion to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
H. Thieme,
The Fuzztones,
Bill Wells,
Derrick May,
Sixth Finger,
Jacques Brel,
Derrick Morgan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Prince Buster,
June Days,
Carl Craig,
Inner City,
Eden Ahbez,
Television,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Bauhaus,
Anthony Braxton,
Tim Buckley,
Kayak,
Model 500,
Warsaw,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sound,
Motorama,
Avey Tare,
CMW,
10cc,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Index,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Leaves,
X-102,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roy Ayers,
R.M.O.,
Ultravox,
The Grass Roots,
The Kinks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David McCallum,
FM Einheit,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blues Magoos,
Fela Kuti,
Amazonics,
The Blackbyrds,
The Tremeloes,
Bad Manners,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Vogues,
Arcadia,
Ossler,
Arab on Radar,
The Star Department,
Funky Four + One,
The Index,
World's Most,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grey Daturas,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.