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 Guyana and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Depeche Mode to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Barry Ungar,
Soul II Soul,
Television,
The Grass Roots,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Surgeon,
Popol Vuh,
Lalann,
Lungfish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sandy B,
Patti Smith,
Don Cherry,
Nils Olav,
Ronnie Foster,
Man Eating Sloth,
DJ Style,
the Association,
Donny Hathaway,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter & Gordon,
Suburban Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Davy DMX,
Ice-T,
Clear Light,
The Leaves,
Kerri Chandler,
UT,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Human League,
Sound Behaviour,
The Standells,
Chris Corsano,
Saccharine Trust,
Adolescents,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Velvet Underground,
Pierre Henry,
World's Most,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roxette,
Qualms,
Gang Green,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
PIL,
Malaria!,
The Electric Prunes,
Heaven 17,
Nick Fraelich,
The Saints,
KRS-One,
The Offenders,
Bad Manners,
Boogie Down Productions,
Von Mondo,
The Toasters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.