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 Togo and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Gang Starr to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
D'Angelo,
Von Mondo,
kango's stein massive,
Panda Bear,
Minnie Riperton,
Q and Not U,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Moon,
K-Klass,
Make Up,
The Velvet Underground,
Connie Case,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra,
Second Layer,
Bauhaus,
Josef K,
Godley & Creme,
The Monochrome Set,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Qualms,
Gang Starr,
Eric Copeland,
Crash Course in Science,
The Beau Brummels,
Eurythmics,
The Smiths,
The Sonics,
Surgeon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eden Ahbez,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Near,
Ronan,
Matthew Bourne,
Circle Jerks,
the Human League,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rufus Thomas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yaz,
Section 25,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Slackers,
Jawbox,
Public Enemy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pylon,
Donny Hathaway,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Depeche Mode,
Pharoah Sanders,
Maleditus Sound,
Cluster,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Invisible,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.