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 Ethiopia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the disco 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jerry's Kids,
Minutemen,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crooked Eye,
Sister Nancy,
Television,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang of Four,
Gang Starr,
Absolute Body Control,
Y Pants,
Eric Copeland,
The Sound,
The Index,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rites of Spring,
Yusef Lateef,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gun Club,
Liliput,
The Barracudas,
Lower 48,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ornette Coleman,
Desert Stars,
Roxette,
Model 500,
Nirvana,
Warren Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deakin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Byrd,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brass Construction,
Minor Threat,
Siglo XX,
Stetsasonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Schoolly D,
Funkadelic,
Harry Pussy,
Lakeside,
Visage,
Laurel Aitken,
Reagan Youth,
The Toasters,
DJ Sneak,
Kas Product,
the Swans,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.