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 Ethiopia and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the disco 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
The Angels of Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
Altered Images,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neu!,
Buzzcocks,
The American Breed,
Second Layer,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Juan Atkins,
FM Einheit,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hasil Adkins,
Sonic Youth,
Can,
Boredoms,
Skriet,
Ultra Naté,
Chris Corsano,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Rundgren,
The Remains,
Liliput,
The Real Kids,
The Associates,
CMW,
Kurtis Blow,
Erasure,
Funky Four + One,
Lakeside,
This Heat,
Unwound,
Lucky Dragons,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skarface,
Anakelly,
Alice Coltrane,
Junior Murvin,
Sister Nancy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scratch Acid,
The Electric Prunes,
DNA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Names,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grauzone,
Gang Starr,
Franke,
DJ Sneak,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
10cc,
Roy Ayers,
Intrusion,
Eli Mardock,
Section 25,
Moss Icon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Agent Orange,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.