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 Malawi and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 New Age Steppers to the rap 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Heaven 17,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
AZ,
Fela Kuti,
Sister Nancy,
Intrusion,
Joyce Sims,
Lebanon Hanover,
Unrelated Segments,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fugs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare,
Average White Band,
Procol Harum,
Wolf Eyes,
New Order,
Sällskapet,
Chrome,
Brick,
Fatback Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Velvet Underground,
Von Mondo,
Infiniti,
Yazoo,
Aaron Thompson,
Flipper,
Marvin Gaye,
Hashim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wire,
The Gladiators,
Rites of Spring,
The Raincoats,
Popol Vuh,
Gerry Rafferty,
These Immortal Souls,
Cheater Slicks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Darondo,
Babytalk,
David Axelrod,
OOIOO,
Vladislav Delay,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric Copeland,
Graham Central Station,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Connie Case,
Frankie Knuckles,
Maurizio,
Khruangbin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.