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 Sweden and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Girls At Our Best! to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wire,
Japan,
Lightning Bolt,
Slave,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barrington Levy,
Ronan,
Sonny Sharrock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter & Gordon,
Ornette Coleman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Kinks,
Silicon Teens,
Talk Talk,
Amazonics,
Mad Mike,
The Evens,
Agent Orange,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed,
Thee Headcoats,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lakeside,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Flag,
Country Teasers,
F. McDonald,
Zero Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
The Young Rascals,
ABBA,
Dennis Brown,
Camberwell Now,
Whodini,
PIL,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Wake,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Warsaw,
The Beau Brummels,
Nas,
Henry Cow,
cv313,
Erasure,
Babytalk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Hood,
Animal Collective,
L. Decosne,
Underground Resistance,
Blancmange,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mojo Men,
Symarip,
Kenny Larkin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Youth Brigade,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.