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 Mauritania and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Spandau Ballet to the crunk 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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,
The Kinks,
Derrick May,
Laurel Aitken,
Rod Modell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Underground Resistance,
Oblivians,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eurythmics,
Arab on Radar,
Silicon Teens,
Barbara Tucker,
Second Layer,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
UT,
Excepter,
Absolute Body Control,
Max Romeo,
The Selecter,
The Angels of Light,
James White and The Blacks,
Judy Mowatt,
Scratch Acid,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minny Pops,
Infiniti,
Cecil Taylor,
Piero Umiliani,
Boredoms,
T. Rex,
the Germs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Average White Band,
Lower 48,
Reuben Wilson,
DJ Sneak,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lightning Bolt,
Schoolly D,
Neu!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sixth Finger,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Christie,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
PIL,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Neon Judgement,
Animal Collective,
Jeff Mills,
ABBA,
The Slackers,
Nils Olav,
Terry Callier,
Can,
Drexciya,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.