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 Pakistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Albert Ayler to the techno 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kas Product,
Chris & Cosey,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donny Hathaway,
Wings,
Franke,
Gregory Isaacs,
Circle Jerks,
Moss Icon,
Das Ding,
The Durutti Column,
Surgeon,
Donald Byrd,
Eli Mardock,
Massinfluence,
Scratch Acid,
The Offenders,
the Soft Cell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Pus,
Audionom,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Warren Ellis,
Intrusion,
Aswad,
Mark Hollis,
Fatback Band,
Thompson Twins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Invisible,
Simply Red,
Whodini,
the Normal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arab on Radar,
Boredoms,
Make Up,
Trumans Water,
Nik Kershaw,
Mandrill,
These Immortal Souls,
Roy Ayers,
Wire,
Masters at Work,
Terry Callier,
Echospace,
Shoche,
Model 500,
Cecil Taylor,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Motions,
Minny Pops,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alphaville,
Television,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Tremeloes,
Warsaw,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.