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 India and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the grunge 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Tim Buckley,
Zapp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dave Clark Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Pylon,
Rotary Connection,
T. Rex,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Pantytec,
Alice Coltrane,
Piero Umiliani,
Janne Schatter,
Tom Boy,
E-Dancer,
T.S.O.L.,
Slick Rick,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Music Machine,
The Techniques,
Eric Copeland,
Junior Murvin,
Boogie Down Productions,
cv313,
Bluetip,
The Associates,
The Cramps,
The Leaves,
Gong,
Eric Dolphy,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Starr,
Con Funk Shun,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeff Mills,
Moebius,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joy Division,
The Red Krayola,
Section 25,
Guru Guru,
Organ,
Jacques Brel,
The Blackbyrds,
Main Source,
Alton Ellis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Green,
Deakin,
Fat Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Freddie Wadling,
Blancmange,
Skarface,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Standells,
Bang On A Can,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.