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 Belgium and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lungfish to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
K-Klass,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Nation of Ulysses,
KRS-One,
The Slackers,
Sugar Minott,
Susan Cadogan,
Albert Ayler,
The Neon Judgement,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Order,
Blake Baxter,
Fad Gadget,
Von Mondo,
Ornette Coleman,
Negative Approach,
Hasil Adkins,
Glenn Branca,
The Fall,
Eden Ahbez,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crime,
Colin Newman,
Half Japanese,
The Mojo Men,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
A Certain Ratio,
Flipper,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Angels of Light,
Sonic Youth,
Country Teasers,
The Red Krayola,
The Fugs,
Davy DMX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
cv313,
Eurythmics,
The New Christs,
Hardrive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Electric Prunes,
Procol Harum,
Hot Snakes,
Laurel Aitken,
Jacques Brel,
Amon Düül II,
Pere Ubu,
Anthony Braxton,
The Offenders,
Sex Pistols,
Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
The Selecter,
Connie Case,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.