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 Ukraine and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Reuben Wilson to the funk 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Wolf Eyes,
Unrelated Segments,
The Last Poets,
The Knickerbockers,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Suicide,
Bill Wells,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The United States of America,
The Golliwogs,
Byron Stingily,
the Human League,
Warren Ellis,
Henry Cow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Zeros,
Judy Mowatt,
Kurtis Blow,
Circle Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
48th St. Collective,
L. Decosne,
Peter & Gordon,
The Skatalites,
Isaac Hayes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scientists,
The Electric Prunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun Ra,
Bootsy Collins,
Arcadia,
The Cure,
The Doors,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moby Grape,
Neil Young,
Scrapy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joensuu 1685,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Black Dice,
the Sonics,
Swans,
The Pop Group,
The Wake,
PIL,
Inner City,
Sister Nancy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cramps,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Bowie,
The Modern Lovers,
Traffic Nightmare,
R.M.O.,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.