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 Liberia and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Main Source to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
The Shadows of Knight,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joy Division,
The Detroit Cobras,
Qualms,
LL Cool J,
Absolute Body Control,
Mark Hollis,
Colin Newman,
Nirvana,
David Axelrod,
Niagra,
The Leaves,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Isaac Hayes,
Loose Ends,
Jesper Dahlback,
David Bowie,
Arab on Radar,
the Slits,
the Human League,
Josef K,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mandrill,
Howard Jones,
Talk Talk,
Monolake,
Jandek,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gories,
The Golliwogs,
Tomorrow,
Ludus,
The New Christs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ronnie Foster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cluster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sam Rivers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Basic Channel,
Black Moon,
Alton Ellis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chris Corsano,
The Young Rascals,
The Black Dice,
Rotary Connection,
Kas Product,
Unwound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
The Beau Brummels,
Joey Negro,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.