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 Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 Oneida to the grunge 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
Joy Division,
Trumans Water,
Vainqueur,
Hashim,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Near,
Pagans,
John Lydon,
James White and The Blacks,
Fad Gadget,
Tears for Fears,
Quando Quango,
The Flesh Eaters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arcadia,
Bill Wells,
Accadde A,
Deakin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cameo,
A Certain Ratio,
The Monochrome Set,
Pierre Henry,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Pus,
The Index,
Johnny Clarke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun City Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Wasted Youth,
The Saints,
Severed Heads,
Reuben Wilson,
Wire,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Slick Rick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bauhaus,
Television,
Pantytec,
Lee Hazlewood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gabor Szabo,
Jacob Miller,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
UT,
ABBA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sight & Sound,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.