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 Suriname and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Grauzone to the crunk 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ice-T,
R.M.O.,
The Searchers,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Main Source,
Wire,
Lower 48,
Charles Mingus,
Newcleus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Moon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Angry Samoans,
The Grass Roots,
The Angels of Light,
Byron Stingily,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rites of Spring,
Grey Daturas,
Sound Behaviour,
Kayak,
Crime,
Jacques Brel,
Lungfish,
The Smiths,
The Five Americans,
Anthony Braxton,
Matthew Bourne,
Public Enemy,
Man Parrish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scion,
Magma,
The Gories,
Josef K,
Television,
Deakin,
The Sonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Q65,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bluetip,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minutemen,
Suicide,
Bronski Beat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minor Threat,
Lightning Bolt,
David Axelrod,
Fear,
Pylon,
Porter Ricks,
Warsaw,
Fluxion,
The Saints,
Mr. Review,
Sam Rivers,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.