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 Panama and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Q65 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
The Cure,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Organ,
Alton Ellis,
Todd Rundgren,
Susan Cadogan,
H. Thieme,
Sarah Menescal,
Bob Dylan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Görl,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gichy Dan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Associates,
Amazonics,
Lakeside,
Barbara Tucker,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deepchord,
Audionom,
Gang Green,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tropical Tobacco,
CMW,
Angry Samoans,
Black Pus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Matthew Bourne,
Severed Heads,
Guru Guru,
Zapp,
Infiniti,
Brand Nubian,
48th St. Collective,
Nirvana,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New York Dolls,
Darondo,
Echospace,
Magma,
The American Breed,
Das Ding,
Bobby Womack,
Althea and Donna,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doors,
Skaos,
Slave,
Matthew Halsall,
Bronski Beat,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cramps,
Skriet,
The Black Dice,
Supertramp,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Five Americans,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.