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 Mozambique and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Fugazi to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeff Mills,
DNA,
Fad Gadget,
X-101,
Joey Negro,
The Grass Roots,
Marine Girls,
Heaven 17,
The Velvet Underground,
Tres Demented,
Brass Construction,
The Trojans,
Basic Channel,
Blake Baxter,
Matthew Bourne,
Laurel Aitken,
LL Cool J,
Masters at Work,
Pole,
Malaria!,
Index,
Derrick May,
Agitation Free,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Flag,
Sun Ra,
Motorama,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare,
Blancmange,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Wake,
Lou Reed,
The Fire Engines,
The Index,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eve St. Jones,
The United States of America,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ludus,
Amazonics,
Crooked Eye,
Grey Daturas,
Eric Dolphy,
Faraquet,
Yazoo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
L. Decosne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scientists,
Don Cherry,
Excepter,
The Raincoats,
Cybotron,
Lou Christie,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.