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 Guinea-Bissau and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aural Exciters to the techno 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Essential Logic,
Severed Heads,
Blancmange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Suburban Knight,
Flipper,
Accadde A,
Skaos,
The Mojo Men,
The Neon Judgement,
Judy Mowatt,
the Human League,
Bill Wells,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moss Icon,
D'Angelo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chris Corsano,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dirtbombs,
Technova,
Panda Bear,
Brand Nubian,
Warsaw,
Ossler,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Music Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Index,
Shuggie Otis,
Stetsasonic,
James White and The Blacks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barbara Tucker,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pulsallama,
Procol Harum,
Ponytail,
Negative Approach,
Pierre Henry,
Intrusion,
The Slits,
Joensuu 1685,
X-Ray Spex,
Sällskapet,
The Durutti Column,
Hasil Adkins,
Pantaleimon,
Little Man,
Lee Hazlewood,
Swell Maps,
Gang Starr,
the Fania All-Stars,
Television,
Ohio Players,
Ultra Naté,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.