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 Turkmenistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Negative Approach to the crunk 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Main Source,
Dorothy Ashby,
Y Pants,
Public Enemy,
MC5,
Don Cherry,
Eddi Front,
FM Einheit,
Wings,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Lydon,
Barbara Tucker,
KRS-One,
EPMD,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blossom Toes,
Iggy Pop,
Electric Prunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David Axelrod,
Spoonie Gee,
The Velvet Underground,
Intrusion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joe Smooth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flamin' Groovies,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Von Mondo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Sherman,
Junior Murvin,
Smog,
Pulsallama,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Shoche,
Cluster,
Black Pus,
Nico,
Sarah Menescal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Count Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Donald Byrd,
Blake Baxter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.