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 Latvia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 Pharoah Sanders to the electroclash 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Jimmy McGriff,
Throbbing Gristle,
MDC,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Unwound,
Agitation Free,
The Fortunes,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fugs,
DJ Style,
Guru Guru,
Organ,
Black Pus,
Hoover,
Darondo,
Andrew Hill,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Tres Demented,
Erasure,
Fad Gadget,
The Invisible,
Country Teasers,
The Mojo Men,
June of 44,
Alphaville,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crooked Eye,
Connie Case,
Mantronix,
Bang On A Can,
Cameo,
Althea and Donna,
The Stooges,
Bootsy Collins,
Excepter,
Altered Images,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Bar-Kays,
Moebius,
Blake Baxter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wally Richardson,
The Trojans,
The Zeros,
The Golliwogs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Offenders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bluetip,
Harry Pussy,
The Move,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.