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 Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Derrick Morgan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Wings,
Connie Case,
Spoonie Gee,
The Associates,
Stereo Dub,
Aaron Thompson,
These Immortal Souls,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Görl,
Byron Stingily,
Yusef Lateef,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Holt,
Bootsy Collins,
Althea and Donna,
Magma,
Warren Ellis,
Drexciya,
Big Daddy Kane,
Goldenarms,
Archie Shepp,
Sun City Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yellowson,
Buzzcocks,
New Age Steppers,
Bauhaus,
Pet Shop Boys,
a-ha,
DJ Style,
The Fire Engines,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gladiators,
Unrelated Segments,
Heaven 17,
K-Klass,
Interpol,
Essential Logic,
Babytalk,
Aloha Tigers,
Man Parrish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Residents,
X-101,
Agitation Free,
Black Moon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wolf Eyes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rufus Thomas,
Roxy Music,
The Happenings,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Standells,
Laurel Aitken,
Mark Hollis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joe Finger,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.