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 Gambia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Names to the disco 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Bad Manners,
Thee Headcoats,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pulsallama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
EPMD,
Guru Guru,
Dead Boys,
John Holt,
Jacob Miller,
Frankie Knuckles,
Qualms,
Arab on Radar,
Groovy Waters,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Banda Bassotti,
The Raincoats,
John Cale,
Davy DMX,
Toni Rubio,
Todd Terry,
Scrapy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rufus Thomas,
Anthony Braxton,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arthur Verocai,
Symarip,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-101,
Josef K,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Music Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Neu!,
Patti Smith,
JFA,
The Gap Band,
The Mojo Men,
Wally Richardson,
The Star Department,
Theoretical Girls,
Jandek,
Deadbeat,
Whodini,
Shoche,
Agitation Free,
the Normal,
Bobby Byrd,
Letta Mbulu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wire,
Severed Heads,
Pantytec,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Das Ding,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.