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 Brunei and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Max Romeo to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Piero Umiliani,
Juan Atkins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fugs,
Bootsy Collins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kenny Larkin,
Lindisfarne,
The Real Kids,
Rites of Spring,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fatback Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Simply Red,
The Durutti Column,
The Names,
Morten Harket,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brothers Johnson,
Faraquet,
The Star Department,
The Smoke,
Drexciya,
Bobby Byrd,
David Axelrod,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare,
Suburban Knight,
Sugar Minott,
Joe Smooth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantaleimon,
L. Decosne,
Marmalade,
Wolf Eyes,
X-Ray Spex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scott Walker,
Faust,
Gang Starr,
The Pop Group,
T. Rex,
Camberwell Now,
The Moleskins,
Al Stewart,
Gong,
Skarface,
Roxette,
Sun Ra,
Sun City Girls,
The Motions,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mojo Men,
John Coltrane,
Little Man,
Talk Talk,
Sister Nancy,
Unrelated Segments,
Bluetip,
Masters at Work,
The Searchers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.