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 Costa Rica and from New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grunge 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
X-102,
Man Parrish,
The Gun Club,
Cal Tjader,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rotary Connection,
10cc,
Fluxion,
The Slits,
Glenn Branca,
Bizarre Inc.,
Niagra,
DJ Style,
The Blackbyrds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mark Hollis,
Alton Ellis,
Terry Callier,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marshall Jefferson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skarface,
Ornette Coleman,
Junior Murvin,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Flag,
Basic Channel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-101,
The Fugs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boredoms,
Scratch Acid,
Deepchord,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sugar Minott,
CMW,
The Gladiators,
the Sonics,
Cheater Slicks,
Hoover,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aaron Thompson,
Half Japanese,
Sarah Menescal,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Clarke,
Aural Exciters,
June Days,
Franke,
Echospace,
Minor Threat,
Simply Red,
Danielle Patucci,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.