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 Peru and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Saints to the rock 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Television,
Pagans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yazoo,
Nico,
Davy DMX,
Amon Düül II,
Oblivians,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Magma,
Fatback Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Swans,
Y Pants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kas Product,
Wings,
Gabor Szabo,
The Selecter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Young Marble Giants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barrington Levy,
Amazonics,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Görl,
New York Dolls,
Echospace,
Wolf Eyes,
Marine Girls,
Icehouse,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Unwound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Qualms,
Popol Vuh,
The Modern Lovers,
Saccharine Trust,
Leonard Cohen,
Alison Limerick,
Slick Rick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Khruangbin,
Technova,
Gichy Dan,
Charles Mingus,
Easy Going,
Black Moon,
Nirvana,
Monolake,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Surgeon,
Carl Craig,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.