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 Hungary and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rap 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Jacob Miller,
Derrick May,
The Pretty Things,
Monks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fat Boys,
June of 44,
ABC,
Theoretical Girls,
Lower 48,
Stetsasonic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Matthew Halsall,
Nirvana,
Lalo Schifrin,
ABBA,
Bob Dylan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eli Mardock,
Crime,
The J.B.'s,
Spandau Ballet,
The Remains,
Mad Mike,
Sixth Finger,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hardrive,
Marmalade,
Hashim,
Intrusion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brass Construction,
The Standells,
Oblivians,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Swell Maps,
The Velvet Underground,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aloha Tigers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Funkadelic,
The Cramps,
Matthew Bourne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Holt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
R.M.O.,
EPMD,
Junior Murvin,
Aswad,
Aural Exciters,
Eric Dolphy,
Kenny Larkin,
Maleditus Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Grauzone,
Little Man,
Kerrie Biddell,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.