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 Niger and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sällskapet to the disco 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Chris & Cosey,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Victims,
Isaac Hayes,
ABBA,
Fluxion,
John Cale,
Bobby Sherman,
Los Fastidios,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Saints,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
One Last Wish,
The Motions,
Deakin,
Lalann,
Gang Starr,
Aaron Thompson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
A Certain Ratio,
Altered Images,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Leaves,
Minny Pops,
Underground Resistance,
Max Romeo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Popol Vuh,
Deadbeat,
Crime,
DJ Sneak,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gun Club,
Television,
These Immortal Souls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cecil Taylor,
Bill Wells,
Oblivians,
Funky Four + One,
Qualms,
The Electric Prunes,
Joey Negro,
Jeff Lynne,
Nico,
Cal Tjader,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Althea and Donna,
Sound Behaviour,
Wally Richardson,
Ohio Players,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Seeds,
Gregory Isaacs,
The New Christs,
Aural Exciters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Susan Cadogan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
B.T. Express,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.