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 Mauritania and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 MC5 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kerri Chandler,
OOIOO,
Bang On A Can,
Johnny Clarke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Shuggie Otis,
Whodini,
The Fugs,
Eddi Front,
Warsaw,
The Grass Roots,
Cecil Taylor,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric Copeland,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Foxx,
The Moody Blues,
the Normal,
The Fuzztones,
Oneida,
Scott Walker,
DJ Style,
Magma,
The Red Krayola,
Steve Hackett,
LL Cool J,
Lou Christie,
Girls At Our Best!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tres Demented,
June Days,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultravox,
Lungfish,
Saccharine Trust,
Panda Bear,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joensuu 1685,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Negative Approach,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fela Kuti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agitation Free,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Sight & Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Stetsasonic,
Hasil Adkins,
Fear,
The Associates,
Easy Going,
Soul II Soul,
Hoover,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.