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 Malawi and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Frankie Knuckles to the dance 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soft Machine,
In Retrospect,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cramps,
Audionom,
Lou Christie,
Gerry Rafferty,
H. Thieme,
Jacob Miller,
Kayak,
These Immortal Souls,
Bad Manners,
Letta Mbulu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deadbeat,
Amon Düül,
Monks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Erasure,
Pantaleimon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
KRS-One,
Quando Quango,
Deakin,
MDC,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yaz,
Brick,
The Victims,
Television,
Robert Görl,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Maleditus Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dark Day,
Chris Corsano,
The Last Poets,
Scientists,
Lou Reed,
Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dead C,
Cymande,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Electric Prunes,
Warren Ellis,
Shoche,
Scan 7,
Bauhaus,
Motorama,
Jacques Brel,
ABC,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fluxion,
The Tremeloes,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.