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 St Lucia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
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 güiro 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 Babytalk 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Roy Ayers,
Hasil Adkins,
the Normal,
Slick Rick,
Alison Limerick,
The Real Kids,
Bad Manners,
Y Pants,
The Fugs,
KRS-One,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Bananas,
Alton Ellis,
Qualms,
Vladislav Delay,
Index,
T. Rex,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pere Ubu,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Shuggie Otis,
Johnny Clarke,
Sonic Youth,
Rekid,
Dual Sessions,
The Vogues,
Barrington Levy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Beau Brummels,
Minny Pops,
Nick Fraelich,
the Soft Cell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Godley & Creme,
Laurel Aitken,
U.S. Maple,
Kayak,
Eurythmics,
Jacob Miller,
Ken Boothe,
Black Sheep,
David McCallum,
Yellowson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Kinks,
Kurtis Blow,
Surgeon,
Brass Construction,
Robert Hood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Iggy Pop,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Smog,
FM Einheit,
The Pop Group,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.