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 Dominica and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Silicon Teens to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Stetsasonic,
Index,
the Sonics,
Maleditus Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Silicon Teens,
Wally Richardson,
The American Breed,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rapeman,
Severed Heads,
Television Personalities,
The Misunderstood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soft Cell,
The Doors,
Derrick May,
Ornette Coleman,
Alton Ellis,
Mars,
Wolf Eyes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mantronix,
The Fortunes,
Boz Scaggs,
Patti Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter and Kerry,
Bob Dylan,
Joyce Sims,
The Gap Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Detroit Cobras,
Anakelly,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bad Manners,
The Count Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Q65,
Anthony Braxton,
The Buckinghams,
the Swans,
Bill Near,
Faraquet,
Popol Vuh,
The Cowsills,
Aural Exciters,
Drexciya,
Yellowson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deakin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Make Up,
Cecil Taylor,
Monks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.