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 Germany and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Excepter,
Faust,
Quando Quango,
Goldenarms,
Cecil Taylor,
The Durutti Column,
Deepchord,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fortunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Urselle,
The Motions,
The Fire Engines,
H. Thieme,
Alton Ellis,
The Mojo Men,
The Selecter,
Saccharine Trust,
New York Dolls,
Brand Nubian,
Flamin' Groovies,
Leonard Cohen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yazoo,
Dennis Brown,
Throbbing Gristle,
Procol Harum,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barry Ungar,
Cybotron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Basic Channel,
Buzzcocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Byrd,
Darondo,
R.M.O.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harmonia,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gladiators,
Scrapy,
Audionom,
Magma,
The Offenders,
Subhumans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amon Düül II,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare,
World's Most,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Hood,
Hardrive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Slick Rick,
Dorothy Ashby,
cv313,
The Searchers,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.