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 Maldives and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Throbbing Gristle to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Amazonics,
Second Layer,
Eric Dolphy,
Stetsasonic,
Brothers Johnson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Derrick May,
Harry Pussy,
Nas,
Delta 5,
Marmalade,
Sonic Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Leonard Cohen,
Pierre Henry,
the Soft Cell,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fall,
Television Personalities,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Wyatt,
Average White Band,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mummies,
John Cale,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ken Boothe,
Black Bananas,
Dead Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quadrant,
Cybotron,
Ossler,
Eurythmics,
Joensuu 1685,
Clear Light,
The Vogues,
Von Mondo,
Sparks,
Carl Craig,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wolf Eyes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Drexciya,
Warren Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Skatalites,
Boredoms,
Cheater Slicks,
Mars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Josef K,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.