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 Armenia and from London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Neu! to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Henry Cow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Starr,
Susan Cadogan,
The Residents,
Ohio Players,
Bang On A Can,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Sheep,
Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
Ice-T,
Royal Trux,
The Pop Group,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
JFA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Darondo,
Carl Craig,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ronan,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Beau Brummels,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mojo Men,
Nick Fraelich,
The Divine Comedy,
Matthew Halsall,
The Pretty Things,
The Seeds,
Neil Young,
Aural Exciters,
World's Most,
Laurel Aitken,
Patti Smith,
The Zeros,
Thompson Twins,
The Doors,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bob Dylan,
The Red Krayola,
Boredoms,
Max Romeo,
Trumans Water,
FM Einheit,
Flash Fearless,
Metal Thangz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Remains,
Groovy Waters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grauzone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Half Japanese,
Pylon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eve St. Jones,
Joensuu 1685,
Suburban Knight,
John Foxx,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.