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 Finland and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the funk 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roxette,
The Electric Prunes,
Pagans,
The Flesh Eaters,
cv313,
Gang of Four,
Joey Negro,
Todd Terry,
Dawn Penn,
T.S.O.L.,
Lalo Schifrin,
FM Einheit,
The Mojo Men,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Techniques,
Jeff Mills,
X-102,
L. Decosne,
Brick,
Susan Cadogan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Section 25,
Jawbox,
Half Japanese,
Rapeman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ohio Players,
Banda Bassotti,
Depeche Mode,
Visage,
Siglo XX,
The Sonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Misunderstood,
Fela Kuti,
Moby Grape,
Yellowson,
Anthony Braxton,
Niagra,
The Skatalites,
Theoretical Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rufus Thomas,
E-Dancer,
Essential Logic,
Boredoms,
Gang Green,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Young Marble Giants,
Wasted Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
the Fania All-Stars,
Malaria!,
The Names,
Jerry's Kids,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.