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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Avey Tare to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
The Buckinghams,
Bronski Beat,
Matthew Halsall,
Sound Behaviour,
Idris Muhammad,
Hasil Adkins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scan 7,
Soft Machine,
The Cramps,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Newcleus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vainqueur,
Tears for Fears,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Andrew Hill,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Adolescents,
The Happenings,
the Sonics,
Todd Terry,
Desert Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moleskins,
Barrington Levy,
Jacob Miller,
Yaz,
Soulsonic Force,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
Cymande,
Laurel Aitken,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Howard Jones,
Scion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Archie Shepp,
Mark Hollis,
Ultra Naté,
Jawbox,
Pantytec,
The Electric Prunes,
A Certain Ratio,
the Germs,
Spoonie Gee,
The Martian,
The American Breed,
Amon Düül,
Chris & Cosey,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Moon,
Delta 5,
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.