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 Luxembourg and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Slave,
Subhumans,
Lyres,
The Smiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Real Kids,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Germs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rapeman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Patti Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Skatalites,
The Doors,
Bad Manners,
Lalann,
Funky Four + One,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wings,
Schoolly D,
The Toasters,
Nik Kershaw,
Henry Cow,
EPMD,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David Bowie,
Max Romeo,
Ice-T,
The Index,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Green,
Roger Hodgson,
The Pretty Things,
Talk Talk,
The Seeds,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pantaleimon,
La Düsseldorf,
Howard Jones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pole,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Drexciya,
Dual Sessions,
Darondo,
The Last Poets,
Hot Snakes,
Pylon,
Joey Negro,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Starr,
Chrome,
Flamin' Groovies,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.