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 Korea South and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Sixth Finger to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boogie Down Productions,
Surgeon,
Echospace,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Guru Guru,
Kool Moe Dee,
Monks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cybotron,
David McCallum,
Au Pairs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Tremeloes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ken Boothe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Goldenarms,
Kenny Larkin,
Crooked Eye,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brass Construction,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Schoolly D,
Minor Threat,
Brick,
Arcadia,
The Index,
Wasted Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
Bill Near,
Swans,
Jawbox,
Jacques Brel,
The Slits,
Junior Murvin,
Bush Tetras,
Nas,
The Monks,
kango's stein massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Inner City,
Gang Starr,
John Lydon,
Max Romeo,
Chris Corsano,
The Birthday Party,
New York Dolls,
Fat Boys,
The Gap Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Christie,
Cecil Taylor,
Trumans Water,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.