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 Malawi and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Shoche to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ohio Players,
New York Dolls,
Kerri Chandler,
Trumans Water,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quantec,
Eric Copeland,
Vainqueur,
Motorama,
Josef K,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Index,
Gang Green,
Alison Limerick,
Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blake Baxter,
Youth Brigade,
Tres Demented,
The Monochrome Set,
Gerry Rafferty,
Make Up,
The Divine Comedy,
Hoover,
The Velvet Underground,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Michelle Simonal,
the Fania All-Stars,
DNA,
June of 44,
Althea and Donna,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sparks,
The Star Department,
The Moody Blues,
Graham Central Station,
Buzzcocks,
Mo-Dettes,
Qualms,
Max Romeo,
Sex Pistols,
Black Flag,
Unwound,
James White and The Blacks,
Scratch Acid,
Niagra,
Neu!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Guru Guru,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skaos,
The Gun Club,
Wally Richardson,
Wolf Eyes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.