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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Television,
Quando Quango,
Ludus,
Second Layer,
Sällskapet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sound Behaviour,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
The Index,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Shoche,
Johnny Clarke,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Shuggie Otis,
Funkadelic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Leaves,
Boz Scaggs,
Camouflage,
Desert Stars,
Babytalk,
The Last Poets,
Howard Jones,
Spoonie Gee,
The Doors,
Funky Four + One,
Visage,
Gichy Dan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
CMW,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mandrill,
The Smiths,
Zapp,
Severed Heads,
Fela Kuti,
The Angels of Light,
Aaron Thompson,
the Swans,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young,
The Pop Group,
Bluetip,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeff Lynne,
The Tremeloes,
Hardrive,
Jandek,
David McCallum,
Dawn Penn,
Saccharine Trust,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grauzone,
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Silicon Teens,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.