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 Iran and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Intrusion to the disco 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Danielle Patucci,
The Skatalites,
Zero Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Blossom Toes,
Average White Band,
The Barracudas,
Rufus Thomas,
Boz Scaggs,
Pagans,
Can,
Reuben Wilson,
Dual Sessions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Spandau Ballet,
Idris Muhammad,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Real Kids,
Lou Christie,
Youth Brigade,
Marcia Griffiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Section 25,
Jacob Miller,
Cheater Slicks,
Archie Shepp,
The Techniques,
The Gladiators,
Roxy Music,
Chris & Cosey,
The Slackers,
Severed Heads,
Simply Red,
Pere Ubu,
Derrick May,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Erasure,
Flipper,
Bill Wells,
Duran Duran,
Eli Mardock,
Bootsy Collins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sparks,
The Grass Roots,
Byron Stingily,
Mo-Dettes,
The Offenders,
Tim Buckley,
the Association,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mad Mike,
Max Romeo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Loose Ends,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.