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 Estonia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Cure to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Brass Construction,
the Fania All-Stars,
kango's stein massive,
The Angels of Light,
Metal Thangz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Groovy Waters,
The Cure,
Eden Ahbez,
Cluster,
The Star Department,
Fugazi,
Harry Pussy,
Suicide,
The Shadows of Knight,
Television,
Alton Ellis,
Tubeway Army,
Marine Girls,
Little Man,
Quadrant,
Neil Young,
Kenny Larkin,
Masters at Work,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Busters,
Lalann,
Monks,
The Dirtbombs,
Scott Walker,
Rakim,
The Pretty Things,
Moby Grape,
Sun City Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Invisible,
DJ Style,
OOIOO,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Basic Channel,
Massinfluence,
Ornette Coleman,
Cybotron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sugar Minott,
Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Misunderstood,
Terry Callier,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Clear Light,
Desert Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.