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 Burundi and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Television Personalities to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Johnny Clarke,
Idris Muhammad,
Wings,
Schoolly D,
Scion,
Tears for Fears,
Derrick May,
Bush Tetras,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Smooth,
Shuggie Otis,
Grey Daturas,
Faraquet,
Freddie Wadling,
Glenn Branca,
Stiv Bators,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Finger,
the Sonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brothers Johnson,
Barbara Tucker,
Soulsonic Force,
Bluetip,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sandy B,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quantec,
Q and Not U,
New Age Steppers,
Unwound,
Stereo Dub,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Wyatt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yusef Lateef,
The Barracudas,
Alice Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
Lindisfarne,
The Gories,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Howard Jones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ossler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Talk Talk,
The Raincoats,
The Doors,
Laurel Aitken,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pylon,
Urselle,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lower 48,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.