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 Chad and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Minutemen,
Minor Threat,
Gang of Four,
Andrew Hill,
Laurel Aitken,
Yellowson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Can,
The Count Five,
The Toasters,
The Misunderstood,
The Real Kids,
Saccharine Trust,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pierre Henry,
Excepter,
Amon Düül,
Simply Red,
Rites of Spring,
Boogie Down Productions,
New Order,
Connie Case,
Oneida,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
ABC,
Donny Hathaway,
Mo-Dettes,
Quando Quango,
kango's stein massive,
New Age Steppers,
The Gories,
Television,
The Doors,
Ludus,
MDC,
The Evens,
Oblivians,
Chrome,
Wolf Eyes,
Pantaleimon,
Jawbox,
One Last Wish,
Second Layer,
Agitation Free,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Henry Cow,
Fat Boys,
The Move,
Duran Duran,
Sugar Minott,
The Cowsills,
Bill Near,
Public Enemy,
Depeche Mode,
Half Japanese,
Crooked Eye,
Sun City Girls,
Anakelly,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.