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 Estonia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Hashim 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Flipper,
Lucky Dragons,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quando Quango,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moebius,
The Cramps,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scratch Acid,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alton Ellis,
48th St. Collective,
10cc,
Quantec,
Groovy Waters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Stooges,
Popol Vuh,
Todd Terry,
Glenn Branca,
Harry Pussy,
Das Ding,
Fatback Band,
Magma,
Brick,
Kayak,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gap Band,
U.S. Maple,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Erykah Badu,
Brass Construction,
The Gladiators,
Don Cherry,
Rod Modell,
MC5,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flash Fearless,
Cymande,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Electric Prunes,
Gichy Dan,
Piero Umiliani,
Audionom,
Skarface,
Donald Byrd,
The Busters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cecil Taylor,
The Wake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed,
Gastr Del Sol,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.