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 Luxembourg and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
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 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 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 Crispian St. Peters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Pharoah Sanders,
DJ Sneak,
Arthur Verocai,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Supertramp,
Subhumans,
Agent Orange,
World's Most,
The Fugs,
Lungfish,
Aaron Thompson,
Index,
Wally Richardson,
Delon & Dalcan,
EPMD,
Godley & Creme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mad Mike,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dead C,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Idris Muhammad,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang of Four,
The Black Dice,
Junior Murvin,
Slave,
Darondo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crooked Eye,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultra Naté,
Carl Craig,
The Sound,
Moebius,
Skriet,
MC5,
John Cale,
Black Flag,
Slick Rick,
Stetsasonic,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeff Mills,
Leonard Cohen,
Suburban Knight,
Roxy Music,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Starr,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gun Club,
Marc Almond,
Desert Stars,
The Real Kids,
The Human League,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crash Course in Science,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.