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 St Lucia and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the electroclash 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Pere Ubu,
Theoretical Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Soft Machine,
Scion,
Carl Craig,
Ituana,
The Happenings,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott Heron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Underground Resistance,
Davy DMX,
Kayak,
Suicide,
The Residents,
Peter and Kerry,
Lucky Dragons,
Wolf Eyes,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Count Five,
Gabor Szabo,
Bill Near,
Blake Baxter,
Mr. Review,
Can,
Eden Ahbez,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Holt,
Warsaw,
Tears for Fears,
Tubeway Army,
Supertramp,
Loose Ends,
The Misunderstood,
Los Fastidios,
The Gap Band,
Brass Construction,
Camouflage,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rapeman,
Dual Sessions,
Model 500,
Ronan,
Maleditus Sound,
The Last Poets,
Terry Callier,
Johnny Clarke,
Yusef Lateef,
The Tremeloes,
Alice Coltrane,
Duran Duran,
Camberwell Now,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Young Rascals,
Freddie Wadling,
Pagans,
Monks,
Minutemen,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.