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 Tanzania and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
the Germs,
Crime,
Sight & Sound,
Pulsallama,
The Mummies,
Kurtis Blow,
Swell Maps,
Idris Muhammad,
In Retrospect,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Hood,
Lower 48,
the Fania All-Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Chris Corsano,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Don Cherry,
Blancmange,
Rites of Spring,
Prince Buster,
Rekid,
Scan 7,
The Evens,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Foxx,
A Certain Ratio,
Duran Duran,
EPMD,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Slick Rick,
The Busters,
Vladislav Delay,
Gichy Dan,
Laurel Aitken,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moebius,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Modern Lovers,
The Five Americans,
Make Up,
Gang Green,
ABBA,
Index,
Sarah Menescal,
Erykah Badu,
Deakin,
Yazoo,
John Holt,
Monks,
Joyce Sims,
World's Most,
Echospace,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Loose Ends,
The Cramps,
Von Mondo,
Surgeon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.