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 Uganda and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Make Up 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Suicide,
D'Angelo,
Drexciya,
Funky Four + One,
The Durutti Column,
Sällskapet,
Maleditus Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swell Maps,
Jerry's Kids,
Ituana,
Man Eating Sloth,
Youth Brigade,
Johnny Clarke,
Newcleus,
Camouflage,
The Count Five,
The Mojo Men,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Interpol,
Lalo Schifrin,
Livin' Joy,
Silicon Teens,
Idris Muhammad,
Moby Grape,
Crooked Eye,
The Misunderstood,
Grey Daturas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Schoolly D,
Ohio Players,
Erykah Badu,
La Düsseldorf,
The Black Dice,
The Stooges,
World's Most,
Pole,
Amon Düül,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marvin Gaye,
Mo-Dettes,
New Order,
Soft Cell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Red Krayola,
Lebanon Hanover,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Laurel Aitken,
The Litter,
David McCallum,
Lightning Bolt,
The Toasters,
Wasted Youth,
Albert Ayler,
The Buckinghams,
The Kinks,
The Fire Engines,
The Index,
The Searchers,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.