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 Jordan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Tubeway Army to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
The Happenings,
Main Source,
Terry Callier,
Boredoms,
Howard Jones,
Cal Tjader,
F. McDonald,
Can,
Todd Terry,
Kerri Chandler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Theoretical Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radiohead,
Derrick Morgan,
LL Cool J,
Ice-T,
Lalann,
The Gladiators,
Fugazi,
Bronski Beat,
The Skatalites,
Wally Richardson,
Carl Craig,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sister Nancy,
KRS-One,
Gerry Rafferty,
Organ,
Loose Ends,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Starr,
Depeche Mode,
Rites of Spring,
Sun City Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Count Five,
L. Decosne,
Half Japanese,
The Barracudas,
Freddie Wadling,
Spoonie Gee,
The Moleskins,
The Music Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Swans,
Thompson Twins,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Görl,
Tears for Fears,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
This Heat,
The Red Krayola,
Sonic Youth,
Desert Stars,
The Cramps,
Byron Stingily,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flash Fearless,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.