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 Guyana and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 K-Klass to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kenny Larkin,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cure,
Tears for Fears,
Patti Smith,
Aswad,
Visage,
Black Moon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Standells,
Excepter,
Eddi Front,
The Last Poets,
the Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cymande,
The Residents,
The Gories,
Todd Terry,
Lalann,
Josef K,
Leonard Cohen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eurythmics,
Hasil Adkins,
The Smoke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Martian,
Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
Pole,
Electric Prunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Birthday Party,
Tommy Roe,
Vladislav Delay,
The Evens,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arcadia,
Rod Modell,
Lucky Dragons,
Yusef Lateef,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hashim,
Banda Bassotti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Wyatt,
The Searchers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Urselle,
Peter & Gordon,
Yellowson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Clear Light,
Bizarre Inc.,
Swell Maps,
T. Rex,
Moby Grape,
Morten Harket,
The Mummies,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.