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 Kenya and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Curtis Mayfield to the punk 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
The Move,
Deepchord,
Delon & Dalcan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fat Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Silicon Teens,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DJ Sneak,
Pylon,
Skaos,
Technova,
Donny Hathaway,
T. Rex,
Rites of Spring,
Kerri Chandler,
Colin Newman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Television,
Erasure,
The Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
ABC,
Juan Atkins,
The Walker Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Moby Grape,
the Normal,
Roxette,
OOIOO,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minor Threat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harmonia,
Soft Cell,
The Stooges,
The Busters,
Interpol,
John Foxx,
Siglo XX,
Idris Muhammad,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
The Sonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Womack,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ornette Coleman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Visage,
Minnie Riperton,
Guru Guru,
June Days,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.