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 South Africa and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soul Sonic Force 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare,
Anakelly,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bush Tetras,
Shuggie Otis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bad Manners,
Suicide,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
ABBA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Warsaw,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker,
Aloha Tigers,
Popol Vuh,
the Association,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hoover,
Brand Nubian,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skarface,
Marmalade,
Severed Heads,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Franke,
Blake Baxter,
the Sonics,
Carl Craig,
Bronski Beat,
Excepter,
The Blackbyrds,
Jandek,
DNA,
The Golliwogs,
Rekid,
Maleditus Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Rapeman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
CMW,
The Gories,
Gang of Four,
Deepchord,
Reagan Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thee Headcoats,
Max Romeo,
the Bar-Kays,
Magma,
Connie Case,
Rakim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Count Five,
Icehouse,
Flamin' Groovies,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.