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 Nigeria and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Prince Buster to the rap 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
the Sonics,
Morten Harket,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jawbox,
H. Thieme,
Chris & Cosey,
The Music Machine,
Clear Light,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sight & Sound,
Visage,
Whodini,
Scratch Acid,
The Angels of Light,
Hasil Adkins,
Graham Central Station,
Oblivians,
the Bar-Kays,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fela Kuti,
Dark Day,
Talk Talk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aural Exciters,
Nirvana,
Wasted Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harmonia,
Fat Boys,
Desert Stars,
Arab on Radar,
New Age Steppers,
Barry Ungar,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pussy Galore,
The Moody Blues,
Minor Threat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Byron Stingily,
June Days,
Fluxion,
Qualms,
Bobby Byrd,
Janne Schatter,
The Names,
Heaven 17,
Soulsonic Force,
Cybotron,
The Young Rascals,
The Techniques,
Slick Rick,
Sound Behaviour,
Cluster,
Judy Mowatt,
The Offenders,
KRS-One,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.