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 Italy and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Camouflage to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
The Moleskins,
Connie Case,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bang On A Can,
One Last Wish,
The Gap Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chris Corsano,
Unwound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fall,
Ponytail,
Neil Young,
The Divine Comedy,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Neon Judgement,
The Monochrome Set,
In Retrospect,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yellowson,
Guru Guru,
The Stooges,
The Velvet Underground,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Carl Craig,
The Dead C,
Alice Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
Kas Product,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Görl,
Mantronix,
The Cowsills,
Dennis Brown,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sparks,
Funky Four + One,
Dual Sessions,
Prince Buster,
Index,
Parry Music,
Hardrive,
The Evens,
Moebius,
Donald Byrd,
Banda Bassotti,
Livin' Joy,
Marine Girls,
Ice-T,
Circle Jerks,
FM Einheit,
The Grass Roots,
Motorama,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.