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 San Marino and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Hasil Adkins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Danielle Patucci,
Skriet,
the Slits,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Christie,
Second Layer,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantaleimon,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Martian,
Peter & Gordon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Real Kids,
John Holt,
Bobby Sherman,
Organ,
Wings,
T.S.O.L.,
Siglo XX,
Aswad,
Bill Wells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sound,
Deakin,
Moby Grape,
DNA,
Bang On A Can,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Doors,
Lyres,
Gabor Szabo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Interpol,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultimate Spinach,
Livin' Joy,
Chrome,
Silicon Teens,
Prince Buster,
Agent Orange,
Whodini,
The Black Dice,
The Motions,
Davy DMX,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crooked Eye,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wire,
Tomorrow,
T. Rex,
Gong,
The Cramps,
Severed Heads,
Echospace,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tears for Fears,
Half Japanese,
Fat Boys,
Can,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.