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 Qatar and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 The Moleskins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Glenn Branca,
The Zeros,
Moebius,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tres Demented,
Cecil Taylor,
Mary Jane Girls,
The American Breed,
Youth Brigade,
Donald Byrd,
John Lydon,
A Certain Ratio,
Barclay James Harvest,
AZ,
Yaz,
Funkadelic,
Deakin,
Arab on Radar,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quadrant,
Goldenarms,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Clarke,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barrington Levy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blues Magoos,
Basic Channel,
Animal Collective,
Robert Görl,
The Fortunes,
Magazine,
Kas Product,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Con Funk Shun,
The Durutti Column,
Ponytail,
Rhythm & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Spoonie Gee,
Chrome,
The Toasters,
Public Enemy,
Brand Nubian,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vainqueur,
Interpol,
Severed Heads,
Ken Boothe,
Procol Harum,
Marine Girls,
Lakeside,
Minny Pops,
10cc,
Visage,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amazonics,
Alison Limerick,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.