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 Turkmenistan and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sun City Girls to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Litter,
Visage,
Symarip,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scrapy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Heaven 17,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scott Walker,
Pet Shop Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Nirvana,
Index,
the Slits,
Slick Rick,
Grauzone,
Moby Grape,
The American Breed,
Half Japanese,
Moss Icon,
OOIOO,
Lucky Dragons,
FM Einheit,
The Saints,
Minny Pops,
Black Moon,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eddi Front,
Tres Demented,
Saccharine Trust,
Newcleus,
Joey Negro,
T.S.O.L.,
X-101,
JFA,
Flipper,
The Wake,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mark Hollis,
Matthew Halsall,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
cv313,
Marvin Gaye,
Piero Umiliani,
The Moleskins,
Zero Boys,
B.T. Express,
Vainqueur,
Dave Gahan,
Oneida,
Pussy Galore,
Bill Near,
the Soft Cell,
Echospace,
PIL,
Rites of Spring,
Pierre Henry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.