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 Laos and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Freddie Wadling,
John Foxx,
Parry Music,
Gastr Del Sol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Barracudas,
Rod Modell,
Mandrill,
Andrew Hill,
Don Cherry,
Cameo,
The Cramps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
World's Most,
Ituana,
Index,
Eli Mardock,
Royal Trux,
Yellowson,
Alphaville,
The Divine Comedy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Age Steppers,
Marc Almond,
Desert Stars,
Dead Boys,
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vainqueur,
Average White Band,
Masters at Work,
Pussy Galore,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Godley & Creme,
Scratch Acid,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Womack,
Brand Nubian,
Crash Course in Science,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blake Baxter,
Harry Pussy,
The Monks,
The Moleskins,
Sister Nancy,
This Heat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soft Cell,
Metal Thangz,
Black Sheep,
Excepter,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Babytalk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Starr,
Sex Pistols,
Quando Quango,
Dorothy Ashby,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.