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 Ivory Coast and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lucky Dragons to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
The Pop Group,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Buzzcocks,
Mark Hollis,
Heaven 17,
Skarface,
Panda Bear,
Tommy Roe,
Zapp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Shuggie Otis,
Hot Snakes,
Joensuu 1685,
Judy Mowatt,
Quantec,
Circle Jerks,
Suicide,
Hasil Adkins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Moon,
U.S. Maple,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeff Mills,
Dead Boys,
The Raincoats,
Gang of Four,
Al Stewart,
Rapeman,
Zero Boys,
Mars,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Doors,
Loose Ends,
MC5,
Big Daddy Kane,
MDC,
Lungfish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Birthday Party,
The Remains,
Guru Guru,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nas,
Tears for Fears,
Young Marble Giants,
Masters at Work,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hoover,
The Buckinghams,
John Cale,
Marmalade,
Adolescents,
Marshall Jefferson,
Basic Channel,
Suburban Knight,
Pagans,
Television,
Don Cherry,
Piero Umiliani,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.