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 Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Y Pants to the rap 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chris Corsano,
DNA,
PIL,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Qualms,
Byron Stingily,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash,
Reagan Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultravox,
The New Christs,
Cheater Slicks,
Brothers Johnson,
Moss Icon,
Ice-T,
The Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blake Baxter,
The Velvet Underground,
Royal Trux,
R.M.O.,
The Beau Brummels,
The Victims,
Dead Boys,
The Moleskins,
James White and The Blacks,
Marmalade,
The Dave Clark Five,
E-Dancer,
Masters at Work,
Aswad,
Heaven 17,
Brass Construction,
The Count Five,
Robert Görl,
Fad Gadget,
Sound Behaviour,
Minny Pops,
Rekid,
New York Dolls,
New Order,
Organ,
Spoonie Gee,
The Standells,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Urselle,
Bobby Sherman,
Lucky Dragons,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Freddie Wadling,
Wally Richardson,
Dawn Penn,
Stockholm Monsters,
LL Cool J,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slackers,
Blossom Toes,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dirtbombs,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.