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 Guinea-Bissau and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Robert Görl to the electroclash 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Babytalk,
Bang On A Can,
The Index,
Eddi Front,
Sun City Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neu!,
Gabor Szabo,
Amon Düül,
Deadbeat,
Fatback Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Warsaw,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hoover,
Derrick Morgan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Rapeman,
The Remains,
Derrick May,
the Slits,
Gastr Del Sol,
Main Source,
Chris & Cosey,
Nick Fraelich,
Young Marble Giants,
Blossom Toes,
Mission of Burma,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fugs,
Barbara Tucker,
John Coltrane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DJ Style,
Schoolly D,
Toni Rubio,
A Certain Ratio,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-101,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harpers Bizarre,
Surgeon,
Moebius,
Tom Boy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David Axelrod,
the Association,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sarah Menescal,
Barrington Levy,
Spandau Ballet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arcadia,
Mad Mike,
Graham Central Station,
Stiv Bators,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.