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 Malawi and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the grime 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Zero Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cal Tjader,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Public Enemy,
Scientists,
The Mummies,
The Dirtbombs,
Quantec,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moss Icon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hoover,
PIL,
Trumans Water,
Pierre Henry,
Niagra,
The Gun Club,
Blossom Toes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Birthday Party,
Mission of Burma,
The Vogues,
The Litter,
The Fire Engines,
ABC,
The Black Dice,
China Crisis,
Bad Manners,
Siglo XX,
Piero Umiliani,
Shoche,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ten City,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Clarke,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tubeway Army,
Idris Muhammad,
Minutemen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Clear Light,
The Misunderstood,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blake Baxter,
Angry Samoans,
The Smiths,
Ronan,
Absolute Body Control,
Aloha Tigers,
Country Teasers,
Eric Copeland,
Second Layer,
The Buckinghams,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-Ray Spex,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fuzztones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.