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 Paraguay and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 These Immortal Souls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aural Exciters,
Gang of Four,
Eric Copeland,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ponytail,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Blackbyrds,
Reuben Wilson,
Banda Bassotti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marcia Griffiths,
Easy Going,
These Immortal Souls,
Jerry's Kids,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arthur Verocai,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Associates,
Thee Headcoats,
Stereo Dub,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vladislav Delay,
David Bowie,
The Move,
Ronan,
The Busters,
Blake Baxter,
The Golliwogs,
Connie Case,
Kayak,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Count Five,
Barrington Levy,
Brothers Johnson,
The American Breed,
kango's stein massive,
Max Romeo,
Stiv Bators,
Sister Nancy,
Sugar Minott,
Khruangbin,
Rites of Spring,
Lightning Bolt,
Josef K,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Buzzcocks,
China Crisis,
Shuggie Otis,
Minny Pops,
The Grass Roots,
Arcadia,
T. Rex,
EPMD,
Schoolly D,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.