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 Armenia and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Das Ding to the crunk 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Vogues,
Ronan,
Kerri Chandler,
Blake Baxter,
Warren Ellis,
The Searchers,
The J.B.'s,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eve St. Jones,
The Grass Roots,
John Holt,
Parry Music,
In Retrospect,
Lower 48,
Fela Kuti,
Pagans,
Iggy Pop,
Sun City Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter and Kerry,
Quando Quango,
Camouflage,
The Angels of Light,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yaz,
The Mojo Men,
Goldenarms,
Henry Cow,
Inner City,
Sällskapet,
Agent Orange,
Soul II Soul,
Bootsy Collins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pere Ubu,
Essential Logic,
Darondo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Flag,
Matthew Bourne,
Leonard Cohen,
Amon Düül II,
The Misunderstood,
the Sonics,
Ice-T,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun Ra,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young,
Aural Exciters,
Gang of Four,
Hardrive,
Procol Harum,
Loose Ends,
Shuggie Otis,
Joe Smooth,
Mr. Review,
Unrelated Segments,
Colin Newman,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.