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 Botswana and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soul Sonic Force to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fuzztones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alice Coltrane,
Funkadelic,
T. Rex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Five Americans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dennis Brown,
Traffic Nightmare,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Y Pants,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang of Four,
The Martian,
Chris Corsano,
Thompson Twins,
K-Klass,
The Star Department,
the Slits,
Bauhaus,
Tres Demented,
The Mummies,
MC5,
Pagans,
The Blues Magoos,
Eve St. Jones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kenny Larkin,
Joy Division,
Circle Jerks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rites of Spring,
Suicide,
The Victims,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mandrill,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dirtbombs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bronski Beat,
New Order,
PIL,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DNA,
The Sound,
Cameo,
Royal Trux,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.