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 Marshall Islands and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 Crime to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Star Department,
KRS-One,
The Tremeloes,
Second Layer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scion,
Radio Birdman,
Wings,
The Fuzztones,
The Golliwogs,
Motorama,
Roy Ayers,
Lee Hazlewood,
U.S. Maple,
The Invisible,
Babytalk,
Section 25,
Model 500,
Yazoo,
X-101,
Kenny Larkin,
Schoolly D,
Stetsasonic,
Black Bananas,
The Count Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eve St. Jones,
Ronan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lucky Dragons,
DJ Style,
Popol Vuh,
Vainqueur,
Barrington Levy,
Pole,
Theoretical Girls,
Don Cherry,
cv313,
Black Moon,
The Move,
H. Thieme,
Wolf Eyes,
Rakim,
Barbara Tucker,
Ken Boothe,
Youth Brigade,
Monolake,
Gang Green,
Clear Light,
The Monochrome Set,
Soulsonic Force,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grauzone,
Minor Threat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Slits,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.