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 Burundi and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eden Ahbez to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Malaria!,
Pere Ubu,
The Cramps,
MC5,
John Holt,
Scientists,
Jerry's Kids,
Rotary Connection,
Dark Day,
Yellowson,
The Beau Brummels,
Mad Mike,
The Victims,
Kurtis Blow,
Skriet,
Cymande,
World's Most,
The Raincoats,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scrapy,
Oblivians,
Joy Division,
the Fania All-Stars,
Swell Maps,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Kinks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Rundgren,
10cc,
The Saints,
Jesper Dahlback,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dawn Penn,
Talk Talk,
The Human League,
Model 500,
Barry Ungar,
Dual Sessions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Count Five,
Black Pus,
The Knickerbockers,
Popol Vuh,
Mo-Dettes,
Animal Collective,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Pretty Things,
Black Moon,
CMW,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Byrd,
Brass Construction,
The Neon Judgement,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Juan Atkins,
T. Rex,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.