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 Guyana and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Residents,
Josef K,
Can,
Derrick Morgan,
The Toasters,
Jeff Mills,
Qualms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed,
ABBA,
Lindisfarne,
Pagans,
Royal Trux,
The Neon Judgement,
Tubeway Army,
The Smoke,
Altered Images,
The Cure,
Patti Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Susan Cadogan,
John Holt,
Sonic Youth,
Japan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Pylon,
John Cale,
Soft Cell,
Swell Maps,
Y Pants,
Roxette,
The Techniques,
Graham Central Station,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Saints,
The Cramps,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joy Division,
The Doors,
The Divine Comedy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Con Funk Shun,
Tres Demented,
Sight & Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cal Tjader,
Eric Copeland,
Flash Fearless,
Pulsallama,
CMW,
James White and The Blacks,
KRS-One,
The Vogues,
Nico,
Deakin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.