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 Mali and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Idris Muhammad to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Accadde A,
Skriet,
The American Breed,
Freddie Wadling,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blossom Toes,
Surgeon,
Al Stewart,
The Martian,
Ossler,
Mars,
Shuggie Otis,
Parry Music,
Fela Kuti,
K-Klass,
Tim Buckley,
Schoolly D,
Drexciya,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gories,
The Five Americans,
Bootsy Collins,
The Standells,
The Leaves,
Make Up,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Moody Blues,
Sixth Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
The Residents,
Dennis Brown,
Scratch Acid,
Banda Bassotti,
Danielle Patucci,
Supertramp,
Josef K,
FM Einheit,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ornette Coleman,
Loose Ends,
The Smiths,
UT,
Dark Day,
Half Japanese,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The J.B.'s,
Bronski Beat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wings,
Eddi Front,
Cal Tjader,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
the Soft Cell,
Arthur Verocai,
Section 25,
Ken Boothe,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.