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 Ukraine and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 Loose Ends to the techno 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Groovy Waters,
David Axelrod,
Maurizio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scion,
The Moleskins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
cv313,
Royal Trux,
Zero Boys,
Prince Buster,
Sound Behaviour,
Cheater Slicks,
Todd Rundgren,
Blake Baxter,
Youth Brigade,
Stereo Dub,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Talk Talk,
PIL,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Surgeon,
The Gap Band,
Juan Atkins,
Erasure,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fear,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dennis Brown,
Aaron Thompson,
Arthur Verocai,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Sheep,
Unwound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blossom Toes,
Flipper,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun Ra,
MC5,
Joensuu 1685,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crooked Eye,
Banda Bassotti,
Anthony Braxton,
Kerrie Biddell,
Livin' Joy,
The Real Kids,
Shuggie Otis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terry Callier,
Connie Case,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Swans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Slick Rick,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.