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 Swaziland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Gerry Rafferty to the disco 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
KRS-One,
Hasil Adkins,
The Beau Brummels,
The Martian,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Juan Atkins,
Warren Ellis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare,
The United States of America,
the Bar-Kays,
Trumans Water,
E-Dancer,
This Heat,
a-ha,
John Coltrane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bad Manners,
Crime,
Con Funk Shun,
Nation of Ulysses,
CMW,
The Vogues,
The Smiths,
Gang Green,
Youth Brigade,
The Modern Lovers,
X-101,
These Immortal Souls,
Crooked Eye,
Albert Ayler,
Fat Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
PIL,
Archie Shepp,
Rufus Thomas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minor Threat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Iggy Pop,
Pharoah Sanders,
Johnny Clarke,
Spandau Ballet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Starr,
Joy Division,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cybotron,
The Techniques,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lakeside,
Organ,
Echospace,
Boz Scaggs,
Underground Resistance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DJ Sneak,
The Birthday Party,
Curtis Mayfield,
Piero Umiliani,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.