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 United Kingdom and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pretty Things to the funk 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Y Pants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jandek,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Offenders,
Das Ding,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gories,
Khruangbin,
ABBA,
Fugazi,
Nils Olav,
Gichy Dan,
The Index,
Masters at Work,
Dave Gahan,
Surgeon,
Shuggie Otis,
Erasure,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Theoretical Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric Copeland,
Fluxion,
Skaos,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crash Course in Science,
Accadde A,
Idris Muhammad,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alice Coltrane,
Camouflage,
Sonic Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeff Lynne,
Audionom,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minor Threat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Adolescents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Smiths,
Todd Terry,
Model 500,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Parry Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Walker Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wings,
Lucky Dragons,
Buzzcocks,
Negative Approach,
Bronski Beat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scientists,
Basic Channel,
Lou Christie,
The Fall,
The Barracudas,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.