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 Dominica and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Magma to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
B.T. Express,
Bad Manners,
Terry Callier,
Prince Buster,
Nico,
Drexciya,
Be Bop Deluxe,
T. Rex,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soulsonic Force,
Marc Almond,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Pus,
Grey Daturas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Andrew Hill,
Kevin Saunderson,
JFA,
The Pretty Things,
The Cowsills,
Technova,
Radiohead,
World's Most,
Scratch Acid,
The Last Poets,
Tubeway Army,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moss Icon,
Monolake,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jacob Miller,
The Monochrome Set,
Liliput,
Con Funk Shun,
David Axelrod,
Trumans Water,
Pagans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Davy DMX,
Joensuu 1685,
Lungfish,
Yellowson,
Au Pairs,
Radio Birdman,
Marvin Gaye,
Ice-T,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Index,
Graham Central Station,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wolf Eyes,
Thompson Twins,
Von Mondo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Iggy Pop,
Bush Tetras,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ituana,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.