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 Liberia and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dark Day to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Agitation Free,
Kaleidoscope,
Monks,
Tom Boy,
Motorama,
Little Man,
The Mojo Men,
The Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Drive Like Jehu,
48th St. Collective,
Rakim,
Altered Images,
Warren Ellis,
D'Angelo,
Boz Scaggs,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare,
Magma,
Barry Ungar,
Mo-Dettes,
Nico,
H. Thieme,
Kayak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donald Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oblivians,
Babytalk,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mission of Burma,
The Names,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radiohead,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Absolute Body Control,
Pagans,
Television Personalities,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Delta 5,
Kurtis Blow,
Icehouse,
Cluster,
Symarip,
Quando Quango,
Joe Smooth,
Oneida,
The Gun Club,
Tommy Roe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Swans,
The Blackbyrds,
Half Japanese,
Reuben Wilson,
Thompson Twins,
Carl Craig,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.