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 Cuba and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kerri Chandler to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Matthew Halsall,
Fat Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Royal Trux,
Iggy Pop,
Magma,
Michelle Simonal,
Marine Girls,
Terry Callier,
Youth Brigade,
Hardrive,
Cheater Slicks,
Stetsasonic,
Jeff Mills,
Lightning Bolt,
Chris Corsano,
Fugazi,
A Certain Ratio,
Cluster,
Jeru the Damaja,
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Los Fastidios,
The Selecter,
KRS-One,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ituana,
Jawbox,
June of 44,
The Buckinghams,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mantronix,
Bauhaus,
The Cramps,
Amazonics,
Siglo XX,
Joe Finger,
Johnny Clarke,
Kerri Chandler,
Swans,
Archie Shepp,
Minnie Riperton,
Rufus Thomas,
Smog,
Mark Hollis,
Erasure,
Barry Ungar,
UT,
Agitation Free,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rod Modell,
Gabor Szabo,
Pole,
Todd Rundgren,
Warsaw,
The Durutti Column,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABBA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.