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 Ecuador and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Slick Rick to the dance 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wasted Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Susan Cadogan,
New Order,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bill Wells,
Sight & Sound,
Interpol,
Arab on Radar,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Residents,
Arcadia,
Colin Newman,
Black Sheep,
Throbbing Gristle,
Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mantronix,
The Saints,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick May,
Gabor Szabo,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Starr,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radio Birdman,
Jerry's Kids,
Ludus,
Rekid,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Q and Not U,
The Busters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kayak,
Alphaville,
Sister Nancy,
Lyres,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hot Snakes,
Wire,
Silicon Teens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Max Romeo,
Al Stewart,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter & Gordon,
Blake Baxter,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter and Kerry,
Fluxion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Don Cherry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cymande,
Sound Behaviour,
DJ Style,
Maurizio,
The Red Krayola,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.