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 Chile and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 kango's stein massive to the funk 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
June Days,
Urselle,
Bootsy Collins,
Prince Buster,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jacques Brel,
Eric Copeland,
DJ Sneak,
Laurel Aitken,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ornette Coleman,
Tom Boy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
JFA,
The Count Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ice-T,
DJ Style,
It's A Beautiful Day,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Smiths,
Vainqueur,
Liliput,
The Martian,
Infiniti,
Ponytail,
Absolute Body Control,
Gichy Dan,
Bang On A Can,
Lucky Dragons,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deakin,
Grauzone,
Magazine,
Fad Gadget,
Blake Baxter,
Television Personalities,
The Mummies,
Ronnie Foster,
Bad Manners,
Symarip,
Scratch Acid,
Soul II Soul,
Fat Boys,
Colin Newman,
Isaac Hayes,
X-Ray Spex,
Rakim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rotary Connection,
Hasil Adkins,
Nico,
Pantaleimon,
Minor Threat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Organ,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.