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 Somalia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Todd Terry,
Easy Going,
Stereo Dub,
Bad Manners,
Wally Richardson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Blues Magoos,
New Order,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mark Hollis,
Rapeman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cowsills,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scientists,
Byron Stingily,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
KRS-One,
Rosa Yemen,
Bootsy Collins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
L. Decosne,
10cc,
Hot Snakes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Heaven 17,
Scratch Acid,
Rufus Thomas,
Erasure,
Josef K,
Jandek,
Gang Starr,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dave Gahan,
Con Funk Shun,
Rakim,
Guru Guru,
Fugazi,
Zapp,
Agent Orange,
Neu!,
The Count Five,
Pylon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sandy B,
Ice-T,
Young Marble Giants,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Associates,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
David Axelrod,
the Bar-Kays,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.