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 the UAE and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Fugazi to the electroclash 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pierre Henry,
The Zeros,
The Raincoats,
Lakeside,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Parry Music,
Derrick May,
Sixth Finger,
Josef K,
Porter Ricks,
Rapeman,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slackers,
The American Breed,
The Angels of Light,
Idris Muhammad,
Urselle,
Aaron Thompson,
Kaleidoscope,
The Slits,
The Knickerbockers,
The Beau Brummels,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jandek,
Ultra Naté,
Scratch Acid,
The Standells,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cal Tjader,
EPMD,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Victims,
World's Most,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Sherman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roy Ayers,
Ronnie Foster,
Bad Manners,
Country Teasers,
Camberwell Now,
Loose Ends,
The Wake,
Ice-T,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Byrd,
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joyce Sims,
Roxy Music,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blossom Toes,
Trumans Water,
Japan,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.