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 Honduras and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Banda Bassotti,
Buzzcocks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rod Modell,
Gang Starr,
Andrew Hill,
These Immortal Souls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rekid,
Freddie Wadling,
Swans,
Stereo Dub,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Associates,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Toasters,
Monolake,
Japan,
Dave Gahan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crash Course in Science,
FM Einheit,
Robert Hood,
DNA,
Cheater Slicks,
Joey Negro,
Absolute Body Control,
Sam Rivers,
Scrapy,
David Bowie,
Todd Rundgren,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed,
Malaria!,
Carl Craig,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fatback Band,
PIL,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marc Almond,
Unrelated Segments,
Skaos,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Symarip,
Flipper,
Sun Ra,
Tommy Roe,
Nas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Victims,
Glambeats Corp.,
DJ Style,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lungfish,
Ultra Naté,
New Age Steppers,
Drexciya,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.