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 East Timor and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Grey Daturas to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Brand Nubian,
The Motions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vladislav Delay,
Jesper Dahlback,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bill Wells,
DJ Style,
Alison Limerick,
UT,
Fat Boys,
the Human League,
Black Bananas,
Los Fastidios,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cowsills,
David McCallum,
Bill Near,
The Barracudas,
Robert Hood,
EPMD,
Lower 48,
The Stooges,
The Shadows of Knight,
Massinfluence,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
World's Most,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeff Mills,
The Saints,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Unrelated Segments,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
ABC,
Guru Guru,
Crooked Eye,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang of Four,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arthur Verocai,
Marvin Gaye,
Pylon,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Tremeloes,
Procol Harum,
Underground Resistance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Human League,
The Litter,
Whodini,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Icehouse,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rotary Connection,
The Mojo Men,
Fad Gadget,
Eli Mardock,
Excepter,
Zero Boys,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.