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 Malaysia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Essential Logic to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Leaves,
Bobby Womack,
Joensuu 1685,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amazonics,
Al Stewart,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Buckinghams,
These Immortal Souls,
Flipper,
B.T. Express,
The Searchers,
Siglo XX,
Junior Murvin,
Barbara Tucker,
Fad Gadget,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bush Tetras,
Iggy Pop,
Pere Ubu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Little Man,
Ice-T,
The J.B.'s,
Juan Atkins,
Shuggie Otis,
Circle Jerks,
Bob Dylan,
The Wake,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Eric Copeland,
Wasted Youth,
Magma,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fortunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Busters,
Pagans,
Minutemen,
Pylon,
Amon Düül II,
The United States of America,
The Martian,
U.S. Maple,
Neil Young,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Archie Shepp,
Magazine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Main Source,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Moon,
Delon & Dalcan,
A Certain Ratio,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.