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 Costa Rica and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Yellowson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amon Düül II,
Crash Course in Science,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lyres,
John Coltrane,
Dawn Penn,
Youth Brigade,
Monks,
The Invisible,
Tim Buckley,
Letta Mbulu,
Arthur Verocai,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Prince Buster,
Pierre Henry,
Depeche Mode,
New Order,
The Alarm Clocks,
kango's stein massive,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fugazi,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
MC5,
Pylon,
The Cure,
Barrington Levy,
Kayak,
Boz Scaggs,
The Toasters,
Wally Richardson,
F. McDonald,
Albert Ayler,
Alphaville,
Siglo XX,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thee Headcoats,
Alton Ellis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Martian,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joe Finger,
Minutemen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Happenings,
Suburban Knight,
Charles Mingus,
The Flesh Eaters,
U.S. Maple,
ABBA,
Scan 7,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Slits,
Tomorrow,
Clear Light,
DNA,
Cameo,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.