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 Tanzania 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Angry Samoans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Junior Murvin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Modern Lovers,
The Tremeloes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Grass Roots,
Brothers Johnson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Carl Craig,
Harry Pussy,
Outsiders,
The Wake,
A Certain Ratio,
Flash Fearless,
The Golliwogs,
The Neon Judgement,
Qualms,
Icehouse,
8 Eyed Spy,
MC5,
Deakin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
T. Rex,
Jeru the Damaja,
In Retrospect,
Roxy Music,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Coltrane,
John Holt,
Drexciya,
Juan Atkins,
Scratch Acid,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mars,
Rakim,
The Blues Magoos,
Gong,
Kas Product,
Intrusion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Heaven 17,
Fat Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jandek,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun City Girls,
Gichy Dan,
China Crisis,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Prince Buster,
Bronski Beat,
L. Decosne,
Robert Görl,
Visage,
Joe Smooth,
X-Ray Spex,
Ossler,
Glenn Branca,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.