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 Lesotho and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Johnny Clarke,
Yazoo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Nik Kershaw,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Isaac Hayes,
Agitation Free,
Rapeman,
The Misunderstood,
Scan 7,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Durutti Column,
The Skatalites,
Cluster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chris & Cosey,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sound Behaviour,
The New Christs,
Fugazi,
Harmonia,
The Doors,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fire Engines,
The Fall,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Idris Muhammad,
Stereo Dub,
Tres Demented,
Blancmange,
The Five Americans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott Heron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Raincoats,
Boredoms,
Sixth Finger,
48th St. Collective,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bad Manners,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Cale,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mojo Men,
Jandek,
James White and The Blacks,
Laurel Aitken,
Average White Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lungfish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.