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 Tajikistan and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barrington Levy,
Nas,
Guru Guru,
Piero Umiliani,
Judy Mowatt,
Iggy Pop,
Delta 5,
Quando Quango,
Freddie Wadling,
KRS-One,
Young Marble Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scientists,
Todd Terry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
D'Angelo,
In Retrospect,
DNA,
The American Breed,
Hoover,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun Ra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Finger,
Peter and Kerry,
Grauzone,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Evens,
Radio Birdman,
The Modern Lovers,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mojo Men,
The Gladiators,
Alice Coltrane,
Matthew Bourne,
Pole,
Jandek,
Theoretical Girls,
Dead Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Joyce Sims,
Pylon,
Black Moon,
The Misunderstood,
Wings,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Funky Four + One,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minnie Riperton,
Fad Gadget,
The Offenders,
Cal Tjader,
The Cramps,
David McCallum,
Brass Construction,
the Association,
Eric Copeland,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.