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 Tanzania and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Gil Scott Heron to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Rod Modell,
Bob Dylan,
Model 500,
Funkadelic,
Slick Rick,
Gang of Four,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultra Naté,
Scratch Acid,
Nico,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Electric Prunes,
Aural Exciters,
Rapeman,
New Order,
Boredoms,
Ohio Players,
Urselle,
The Skatalites,
cv313,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marine Girls,
Scientists,
Oblivians,
Amazonics,
Clear Light,
Lee Hazlewood,
Organ,
Sugar Minott,
Godley & Creme,
The Walker Brothers,
The Selecter,
Andrew Hill,
The Angels of Light,
Barry Ungar,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Red Krayola,
The Durutti Column,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Techniques,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deadbeat,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeff Lynne,
Magma,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed,
Crime,
Yellowson,
The Martian,
Kerri Chandler,
EPMD,
Los Fastidios,
Wally Richardson,
Livin' Joy,
Black Flag,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tears for Fears,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.