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 Bulgaria and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London 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 synthesizer 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 Zapp to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Juan Atkins,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Zapp,
Crime,
The Velvet Underground,
Crash Course in Science,
Jawbox,
LL Cool J,
X-102,
Alison Limerick,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Electric Prunes,
Sister Nancy,
Idris Muhammad,
Amon Düül,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Leaves,
Pussy Galore,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amon Düül II,
Animal Collective,
Fluxion,
Masters at Work,
The Evens,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Sonics,
Bobby Womack,
Royal Trux,
Quantec,
Al Stewart,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dennis Brown,
Boredoms,
Inner City,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nas,
Peter & Gordon,
Barrington Levy,
Deepchord,
Rakim,
Japan,
The Buckinghams,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott Heron,
Byron Stingily,
Prince Buster,
Essential Logic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anthony Braxton,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gories,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.