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 Botswana and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Swans to the funk 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Tubeway Army,
Metal Thangz,
Chris Corsano,
R.M.O.,
Warren Ellis,
CMW,
Rapeman,
Arcadia,
The Skatalites,
Ornette Coleman,
Excepter,
Prince Buster,
Morten Harket,
Lou Christie,
Robert Hood,
The Last Poets,
The Barracudas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Human League,
Organ,
T. Rex,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cheater Slicks,
Barrington Levy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alison Limerick,
D'Angelo,
Section 25,
Jawbox,
Deakin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yaz,
Lakeside,
Amon Düül,
Camberwell Now,
Massinfluence,
June of 44,
Lyres,
Mad Mike,
Man Parrish,
Average White Band,
Pagans,
Hoover,
Icehouse,
Isaac Hayes,
Bootsy Collins,
Silicon Teens,
David Bowie,
Eddi Front,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Velvet Underground,
The United States of America,
June Days,
Franke,
The Stooges,
Reuben Wilson,
Erasure,
Black Flag,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.