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 Yemen and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mad Mike to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Eurythmics,
Aloha Tigers,
Lungfish,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ralphi Rosario,
The J.B.'s,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare,
Nico,
Can,
Mad Mike,
Skarface,
The Gun Club,
Al Stewart,
Donny Hathaway,
Barry Ungar,
Section 25,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
10cc,
Reuben Wilson,
Schoolly D,
Groovy Waters,
Bob Dylan,
Second Layer,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Buzzcocks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Wyatt,
Cecil Taylor,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Pus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camberwell Now,
The Divine Comedy,
The Angels of Light,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Inner City,
June of 44,
The American Breed,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Doors,
Joe Finger,
Idris Muhammad,
Pylon,
MC5,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Foxx,
Anthony Braxton,
Davy DMX,
Interpol,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.