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 Samoa and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Boredoms to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
These Immortal Souls,
Harmonia,
Scott Walker,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cameo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Matthew Bourne,
Alison Limerick,
The Associates,
The Blues Magoos,
Pantaleimon,
Gichy Dan,
The Toasters,
the Bar-Kays,
Fat Boys,
Fear,
Drexciya,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sällskapet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Average White Band,
Mars,
Aaron Thompson,
Wire,
Eric B and Rakim,
Inner City,
Boredoms,
Siglo XX,
Moby Grape,
Nick Fraelich,
Laurel Aitken,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pet Shop Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Metal Thangz,
The Fall,
The American Breed,
Funkadelic,
Ituana,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lightning Bolt,
John Holt,
OOIOO,
Urselle,
The Real Kids,
Motorama,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Association,
Neu!,
Monks,
Robert Wyatt,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Green,
James White and The Blacks,
Iggy Pop,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crime,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.