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 Mexico and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Pussy Galore to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
David Axelrod,
T. Rex,
Malaria!,
The Kinks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fugs,
Y Pants,
JFA,
Ice-T,
Stereo Dub,
Tres Demented,
Massinfluence,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Christie,
Suicide,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lightning Bolt,
Zero Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Skarface,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Connie Case,
Althea and Donna,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Evens,
Marc Almond,
Nils Olav,
Fugazi,
Moss Icon,
Rapeman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sparks,
The Red Krayola,
John Coltrane,
Iggy Pop,
Soft Machine,
Hot Snakes,
Liliput,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Pus,
Easy Going,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Birthday Party,
CMW,
Sun Ra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moby Grape,
La Düsseldorf,
Shuggie Otis,
Rosa Yemen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tubeway Army,
Au Pairs,
Animal Collective,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Idris Muhammad,
Donald Byrd,
Mars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.