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 Togo and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Zero Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
The Stooges,
Kenny Larkin,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nico,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Womack,
Clear Light,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Second Layer,
Soul Sonic Force,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Sheep,
Arthur Verocai,
Eve St. Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
Funkadelic,
Magma,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Last Poets,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barclay James Harvest,
cv313,
Carl Craig,
Ultra Naté,
Erasure,
Electric Prunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra,
Blossom Toes,
Con Funk Shun,
The Index,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Selecter,
Duran Duran,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Q and Not U,
Toni Rubio,
The Fortunes,
The Pretty Things,
Marine Girls,
Trumans Water,
FM Einheit,
Tommy Roe,
Monks,
Buzzcocks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric Copeland,
Swell Maps,
X-Ray Spex,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang of Four,
Mantronix,
The Gun Club,
Robert Wyatt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.