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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Maleditus Sound to the dance 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
The Trojans,
The Sound,
Clear Light,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rites of Spring,
LL Cool J,
The Zeros,
World's Most,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Morten Harket,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Prince Buster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
Ronan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alton Ellis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Talk Talk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eden Ahbez,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tubeway Army,
Altered Images,
Nico,
The Tremeloes,
a-ha,
Metal Thangz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Max Romeo,
Roxette,
Sister Nancy,
The Leaves,
Essential Logic,
The American Breed,
the Human League,
Ohio Players,
Danielle Patucci,
Lalann,
Sonic Youth,
Sun City Girls,
Intrusion,
Colin Newman,
Organ,
Pulsallama,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Toasters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radio Birdman,
Babytalk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lakeside,
Country Teasers,
The Seeds,
the Germs,
Urselle,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Byrd,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.