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 Denmark and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 X-102 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Section 25,
Alton Ellis,
Thee Headcoats,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rosa Yemen,
Lucky Dragons,
Vainqueur,
Outsiders,
Sister Nancy,
Model 500,
Loose Ends,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Agent Orange,
Fela Kuti,
Carl Craig,
Nas,
Echospace,
Amon Düül,
Interpol,
The Selecter,
Man Parrish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Negative Approach,
Grandmaster Flash,
Infiniti,
Lyres,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quando Quango,
Saccharine Trust,
Tom Boy,
Black Moon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Das Ding,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra,
Nils Olav,
Robert Hood,
Kerri Chandler,
Sandy B,
Television,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stetsasonic,
Monks,
Bronski Beat,
Ponytail,
Pet Shop Boys,
OOIOO,
Maurizio,
Country Teasers,
Fear,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Skatalites,
Mars,
DJ Style,
Donald Byrd,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.