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 Nauru and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Althea and Donna to the crunk 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers,
Brass Construction,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Godley & Creme,
Vainqueur,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wings,
Kayak,
Eric Dolphy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radiohead,
Scientists,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Young Rascals,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nirvana,
Skriet,
Pole,
Mission of Burma,
the Bar-Kays,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed,
Joe Finger,
Radio Birdman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Unwound,
Au Pairs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Busters,
David Bowie,
Soul Sonic Force,
Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young,
These Immortal Souls,
JFA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moss Icon,
Robert Hood,
John Coltrane,
Alton Ellis,
The Cure,
F. McDonald,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeff Lynne,
Minny Pops,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
Severed Heads,
Deakin,
Ronan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stiv Bators,
Symarip,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.