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 Seychelles and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cameo to the techno 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
MC5,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Litter,
Alton Ellis,
Reuben Wilson,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Guru Guru,
Funkadelic,
Soul II Soul,
Bootsy Collins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
Harmonia,
Magazine,
Slave,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nico,
The Modern Lovers,
Fad Gadget,
Rekid,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kurtis Blow,
Motorama,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rosa Yemen,
The Misunderstood,
Model 500,
Anthony Braxton,
Frankie Knuckles,
Faraquet,
The American Breed,
Graham Central Station,
The Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Half Japanese,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ossler,
Skarface,
Amon Düül II,
Aswad,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David McCallum,
The Zeros,
Laurel Aitken,
Josef K,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cal Tjader,
Donny Hathaway,
Barbara Tucker,
Prince Buster,
John Holt,
B.T. Express,
Trumans Water,
Agitation Free,
Boz Scaggs,
KRS-One,
Q65,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.