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 Dominican Republic 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 H. Thieme to the techno 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Drexciya,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nils Olav,
Morten Harket,
Oblivians,
Suburban Knight,
Pierre Henry,
Joy Division,
Monks,
Metal Thangz,
Faraquet,
Y Pants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bill Wells,
Brothers Johnson,
Moby Grape,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jandek,
Newcleus,
In Retrospect,
The Slits,
Eden Ahbez,
Guru Guru,
Eurythmics,
Severed Heads,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Anthony Braxton,
The Motions,
Roxette,
Tommy Roe,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Vogues,
the Bar-Kays,
World's Most,
Crispy Ambulance,
Magma,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Parry Music,
K-Klass,
Skarface,
cv313,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joensuu 1685,
the Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Misunderstood,
JFA,
Jeff Mills,
Davy DMX,
The Fortunes,
Ponytail,
Soulsonic Force,
Pantytec,
Schoolly D,
Camberwell Now,
Chris & Cosey,
Malaria!,
Nick Fraelich,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.