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 Montenegro and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Johnny Osbourne to the disco 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mission of Burma,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Moon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Shoche,
Kerrie Biddell,
Second Layer,
Chris Corsano,
Q65,
Al Stewart,
Easy Going,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Green,
Erasure,
KRS-One,
Sarah Menescal,
The Black Dice,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Porter Ricks,
Faust,
Little Man,
The Monks,
Dual Sessions,
Wally Richardson,
10cc,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Albert Ayler,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Glambeats Corp.,
Groovy Waters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brass Construction,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Suburban Knight,
Ornette Coleman,
Fatback Band,
Howard Jones,
Max Romeo,
Peter and Kerry,
Alphaville,
X-102,
Barry Ungar,
La Düsseldorf,
Hot Snakes,
Aaron Thompson,
The Misunderstood,
Ossler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ponytail,
Patti Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
The Selecter,
Guru Guru,
Quando Quango,
Prince Buster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.