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 Vanuatu and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slave to the crunk 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Dave Gahan,
kango's stein massive,
Sister Nancy,
The Monochrome Set,
The Modern Lovers,
Metal Thangz,
Gang of Four,
The Litter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bang On A Can,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Bananas,
John Foxx,
Pussy Galore,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joey Negro,
Kurtis Blow,
Pantaleimon,
Arab on Radar,
The Raincoats,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Star Department,
Jerry's Kids,
Harry Pussy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ice-T,
Danielle Patucci,
Echospace,
Robert Wyatt,
Alton Ellis,
Idris Muhammad,
Bronski Beat,
Kas Product,
The Fuzztones,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Standells,
Suburban Knight,
Funky Four + One,
Mission of Burma,
Young Marble Giants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bad Manners,
Brothers Johnson,
Theoretical Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hardrive,
Bauhaus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nico,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Darondo,
Black Sheep,
Fluxion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.