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 Bolivia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Das Ding to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Mission of Burma,
Bill Near,
Moby Grape,
Pulsallama,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Count Five,
The Divine Comedy,
the Association,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Starr,
Guru Guru,
Cymande,
The Black Dice,
Amon Düül II,
Andrew Hill,
Eric B and Rakim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
ABC,
Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra,
Gichy Dan,
The Cramps,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Green,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Young Rascals,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Y Pants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Metal Thangz,
Sandy B,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Buckinghams,
MC5,
Rotary Connection,
Boredoms,
David Axelrod,
Public Enemy,
Q and Not U,
Heaven 17,
The Invisible,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Modern Lovers,
Alton Ellis,
Sugar Minott,
Eddi Front,
Severed Heads,
Supertramp,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bad Manners,
Grey Daturas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James White and The Blacks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Curtis Mayfield,
D'Angelo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.