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 Solomon Islands and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Desert Stars to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Bad Manners,
The Cowsills,
The Tremeloes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Laurel Aitken,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amon Düül,
The Vogues,
Mars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Faraquet,
Marshall Jefferson,
DNA,
The Victims,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bush Tetras,
The Fortunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lalann,
cv313,
The Birthday Party,
Wire,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lungfish,
The Moody Blues,
the Soft Cell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Patti Smith,
Fear,
MDC,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sound,
Lou Christie,
The Mummies,
The Gap Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brass Construction,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oblivians,
Crash Course in Science,
Japan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dawn Penn,
The Saints,
T. Rex,
Public Enemy,
Intrusion,
The Moleskins,
Harry Pussy,
Absolute Body Control,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Freddie Wadling,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.