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 Lithuania and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roxette to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Ultravox,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Drexciya,
Minor Threat,
Bad Manners,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Altered Images,
Con Funk Shun,
Swans,
Essential Logic,
New Age Steppers,
Thee Headcoats,
Gong,
The Zeros,
Symarip,
Ronan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DJ Style,
Kaleidoscope,
David Axelrod,
Judy Mowatt,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Trojans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mark Hollis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Pus,
The Grass Roots,
Man Parrish,
The Associates,
Interpol,
Loose Ends,
Don Cherry,
The Gun Club,
Gichy Dan,
Juan Atkins,
In Retrospect,
The Motions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Hood,
Sex Pistols,
Zero Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rapeman,
Bootsy Collins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Prince Buster,
Blake Baxter,
Ten City,
Donny Hathaway,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cowsills,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Warsaw,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Cale,
The Slits,
Reuben Wilson,
Negative Approach,
Man Eating Sloth,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.