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 Denmark and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Star Department to the electroclash 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Monks,
Joy Division,
K-Klass,
The Raincoats,
Harmonia,
the Normal,
Yusef Lateef,
Crash Course in Science,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cluster,
Schoolly D,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Faust,
Au Pairs,
Easy Going,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Alison Limerick,
Rapeman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dennis Brown,
Sixth Finger,
Sound Behaviour,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Motions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Slits,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Moleskins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brand Nubian,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alton Ellis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Skatalites,
Crooked Eye,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sound,
Lyres,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Litter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Matthew Bourne,
Dawn Penn,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arcadia,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ice-T,
Sandy B,
X-101,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Goldenarms,
The Fire Engines,
David Bowie,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gichy Dan,
Mandrill,
Sex Pistols,
Mark Hollis,
Sparks,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.