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 Kenya and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Pantaleimon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Eric B and Rakim,
Babytalk,
Skaos,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soft Machine,
Joey Negro,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scan 7,
Spandau Ballet,
Sound Behaviour,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barrington Levy,
Bush Tetras,
Connie Case,
Intrusion,
Aloha Tigers,
Chrome,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cecil Taylor,
The Remains,
Liliput,
Frankie Knuckles,
Henry Cow,
Bob Dylan,
Jeff Lynne,
James White and The Blacks,
Crime,
June of 44,
The Blues Magoos,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Unwound,
Q65,
8 Eyed Spy,
Agitation Free,
Echospace,
Scion,
Gang Green,
Livin' Joy,
Bauhaus,
Grauzone,
KRS-One,
Simply Red,
Gabor Szabo,
Nik Kershaw,
Joyce Sims,
Todd Rundgren,
Essential Logic,
Minnie Riperton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yazoo,
the Swans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Panda Bear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
UT,
Sexual Harrassment,
L. Decosne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.