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 Djibouti and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Bill Near to the rock 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
8 Eyed Spy,
Guru Guru,
DJ Sneak,
The Trojans,
The Seeds,
Roy Ayers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aural Exciters,
Boz Scaggs,
Blancmange,
Roxy Music,
FM Einheit,
Essential Logic,
Hot Snakes,
Brass Construction,
The Human League,
Motorama,
Don Cherry,
Prince Buster,
The Remains,
R.M.O.,
Nils Olav,
The Martian,
The Mummies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Reuben Wilson,
The Techniques,
Half Japanese,
Malaria!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-Ray Spex,
Danielle Patucci,
Sarah Menescal,
Livin' Joy,
Severed Heads,
T.S.O.L.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Evens,
Alice Coltrane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Spoonie Gee,
The Raincoats,
a-ha,
Rhythm & Sound,
Man Parrish,
Rekid,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cymande,
Gerry Rafferty,
Average White Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Throbbing Gristle,
Girls At Our Best!,
Masters at Work,
Minnie Riperton,
Yaz,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.