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 Poland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Johnny Clarke to the punk 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Nils Olav,
Alton Ellis,
KRS-One,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lower 48,
Rotary Connection,
kango's stein massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mad Mike,
Panda Bear,
Porter Ricks,
Black Pus,
The Fuzztones,
Yusef Lateef,
Popol Vuh,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Massinfluence,
Judy Mowatt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pere Ubu,
Zero Boys,
Supertramp,
Bauhaus,
Minor Threat,
Lou Christie,
The Pop Group,
David Bowie,
Lalann,
One Last Wish,
Bootsy Collins,
the Sonics,
Section 25,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Slackers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stereo Dub,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Foxx,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Charles Mingus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Loose Ends,
The Dave Clark Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
FM Einheit,
Hoover,
Marine Girls,
F. McDonald,
Danielle Patucci,
Sparks,
Q and Not U,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ten City,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Saints,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.