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 China and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 B.T. Express to the crunk 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
The Tremeloes,
Tropical Tobacco,
EPMD,
John Foxx,
Scratch Acid,
LL Cool J,
Eric Dolphy,
Surgeon,
Robert Görl,
Blake Baxter,
The Five Americans,
Michelle Simonal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wally Richardson,
Excepter,
The Associates,
Dawn Penn,
Mo-Dettes,
Warsaw,
The Monks,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crash Course in Science,
This Heat,
Infiniti,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultra Naté,
Kerri Chandler,
Shoche,
June of 44,
Flipper,
Mad Mike,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Smog,
Todd Rundgren,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Evens,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bootsy Collins,
Ohio Players,
Pantaleimon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arcadia,
Index,
David Bowie,
Flash Fearless,
Slave,
Grey Daturas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stiv Bators,
Mr. Review,
Grauzone,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
In Retrospect,
Sun Ra,
Parry Music,
Monks,
Bill Wells,
Main Source,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.