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 Hungary and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Johnny Clarke to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '70s 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 Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Heaven 17,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alice Coltrane,
Technova,
Franke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare,
Kerri Chandler,
Marshall Jefferson,
The J.B.'s,
Severed Heads,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mojo Men,
The Grass Roots,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Underground Resistance,
The Vogues,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Foxx,
Neil Young,
Fela Kuti,
Janne Schatter,
MC5,
Public Enemy,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fire Engines,
Peter & Gordon,
Trumans Water,
Warren Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
The Neon Judgement,
Intrusion,
X-Ray Spex,
In Retrospect,
Hot Snakes,
John Coltrane,
Slick Rick,
Buzzcocks,
Tres Demented,
Cheater Slicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
James White and The Blacks,
Arcadia,
Cybotron,
Dave Gahan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
JFA,
Lee Hazlewood,
R.M.O.,
Mary Jane Girls,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.