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 Samoa and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Slick Rick to the punk 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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis 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?
Terry Callier,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
These Immortal Souls,
Ossler,
Agent Orange,
Pierre Henry,
Deakin,
Bad Manners,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alton Ellis,
Delta 5,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Severed Heads,
Quando Quango,
Japan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Associates,
Scratch Acid,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Buzzcocks,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Zeros,
Cymande,
the Soft Cell,
Television Personalities,
Symarip,
Ultravox,
Sexual Harrassment,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Red Krayola,
Quadrant,
Bauhaus,
Pantytec,
Sällskapet,
Skaos,
Sixth Finger,
Wally Richardson,
Gabor Szabo,
Y Pants,
Juan Atkins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Popol Vuh,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jacob Miller,
Wings,
The Doobie Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
Rakim,
a-ha,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Can,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gun Club,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Starr,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Litter,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.