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 Jamaica and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sällskapet to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Magazine,
The Gories,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tropical Tobacco,
David Bowie,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rakim,
David McCallum,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marc Almond,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Urselle,
John Coltrane,
Leonard Cohen,
Delta 5,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Outsiders,
Cymande,
The Doors,
Morten Harket,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rhythm & Sound,
New Order,
Harpers Bizarre,
L. Decosne,
Tommy Roe,
Ten City,
Pole,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bootsy Collins,
Unwound,
Robert Görl,
The Young Rascals,
Henry Cow,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Sherman,
June Days,
Archie Shepp,
Nirvana,
The Velvet Underground,
Liliput,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tears for Fears,
Joey Negro,
The Zeros,
ABC,
Intrusion,
Livin' Joy,
DNA,
Blancmange,
Anthony Braxton,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mummies,
Audionom,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.