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 Albania and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 JFA to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tommy Roe,
Pole,
Fela Kuti,
Angry Samoans,
Interpol,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Junior Murvin,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed,
Mandrill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Mission of Burma,
The Toasters,
The Count Five,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swell Maps,
Popol Vuh,
Kaleidoscope,
A Certain Ratio,
DJ Sneak,
The Cowsills,
The Star Department,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ice-T,
ABC,
Excepter,
Eddi Front,
Sun City Girls,
Animal Collective,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeff Mills,
Eurythmics,
Bush Tetras,
Ultravox,
Funkadelic,
Barbara Tucker,
Archie Shepp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fortunes,
The Buckinghams,
Mr. Review,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lungfish,
Alison Limerick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Iggy Pop,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
Pierre Henry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crime,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mojo Men,
UT,
Yellowson,
Eric Copeland,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Main Source,
Malaria!,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.