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 Lebanon and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Maurizio to the disco 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
The Motions,
Rufus Thomas,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moody Blues,
Yazoo,
Graham Central Station,
The Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Skarface,
David Bowie,
Crash Course in Science,
Accadde A,
Gong,
D'Angelo,
Average White Band,
Guru Guru,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set,
Blancmange,
Skriet,
Lungfish,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed,
FM Einheit,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mary Jane Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Toni Rubio,
Parry Music,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boogie Down Productions,
Subhumans,
Siglo XX,
The Human League,
Porter Ricks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Donny Hathaway,
Kurtis Blow,
cv313,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sparks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Pretty Things,
Mad Mike,
Unrelated Segments,
Lakeside,
Flash Fearless,
Gabor Szabo,
Aural Exciters,
Sandy B,
Johnny Clarke,
Theoretical Girls,
Amon Düül,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ossler,
The Remains,
Agent Orange,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.