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 Oman and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Underground Resistance to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Max Romeo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wire,
Mandrill,
Ken Boothe,
Popol Vuh,
T.S.O.L.,
Todd Rundgren,
Camouflage,
Donald Byrd,
Lyres,
Blossom Toes,
Sex Pistols,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Niagra,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sonics,
Dawn Penn,
Goldenarms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mantronix,
T. Rex,
Soft Cell,
Joe Smooth,
Ludus,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Sherman,
Unwound,
Drexciya,
Moebius,
Cal Tjader,
Alton Ellis,
Reuben Wilson,
The Kinks,
June Days,
Pole,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Little Man,
The Blues Magoos,
Bill Near,
Severed Heads,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed,
R.M.O.,
Ultra Naté,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sight & Sound,
Symarip,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-101,
Fad Gadget,
Gabor Szabo,
Bill Wells,
China Crisis,
Nils Olav,
Blancmange,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.