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 Grenada and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Grey Daturas to the electroclash 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes 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 oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Gang of Four,
the Germs,
Sparks,
The Black Dice,
Mo-Dettes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Victims,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Schoolly D,
Blancmange,
Kaleidoscope,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New Order,
Eve St. Jones,
Joe Finger,
Ralphi Rosario,
Idris Muhammad,
Vladislav Delay,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lucky Dragons,
Lindisfarne,
Agent Orange,
cv313,
Derrick May,
Can,
Gong,
Cecil Taylor,
Byron Stingily,
CMW,
Brass Construction,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Starr,
Banda Bassotti,
KRS-One,
Rapeman,
Mandrill,
Bush Tetras,
Technova,
Depeche Mode,
Chris & Cosey,
D'Angelo,
Derrick Morgan,
Sam Rivers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yellowson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Howard Jones,
Aural Exciters,
Goldenarms,
Rosa Yemen,
Nils Olav,
Fatback Band,
The Slackers,
June of 44,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.