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 Antigua and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Mad Mike to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Bauhaus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Derrick Morgan,
The Tremeloes,
The Stooges,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Saccharine Trust,
Technova,
Fela Kuti,
the Germs,
The Vogues,
Excepter,
Gong,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Wyatt,
PIL,
Fatback Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ohio Players,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Walker Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eurythmics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Susan Cadogan,
Cameo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Carl Craig,
Rekid,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott Heron,
10cc,
Radiohead,
The Angels of Light,
Stiv Bators,
Vainqueur,
Donald Byrd,
Mantronix,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Moon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
June Days,
Hoover,
Lucky Dragons,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lower 48,
Stetsasonic,
Sun City Girls,
Moss Icon,
Roxy Music,
Andrew Hill,
China Crisis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Malaria!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Durutti Column,
Nils Olav,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.