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 Brunei and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Robert Palmer 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 Crash Course in Science to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Robert Wyatt,
The Black Dice,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blossom Toes,
Delta 5,
Quadrant,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neu!,
Aswad,
Altered Images,
Marvin Gaye,
Sight & Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Anakelly,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Visage,
E-Dancer,
Groovy Waters,
Con Funk Shun,
Moebius,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun City Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tim Buckley,
The Real Kids,
Oneida,
Robert Görl,
The Toasters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Sonic Youth,
The Sound,
The Remains,
Interpol,
Bob Dylan,
Letta Mbulu,
Nico,
Jeff Mills,
Animal Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
Chrome,
Television Personalities,
Tres Demented,
Rakim,
Zero Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra,
Crash Course in Science,
Nik Kershaw,
Cluster,
Hot Snakes,
Henry Cow,
Charles Mingus,
Ossler,
Grey Daturas,
Reagan Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marine Girls,
Masters at Work,
The Fugs,
Siglo XX,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.