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 Kenya and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Black Pus to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths 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?
Sam Rivers,
The Wake,
Mad Mike,
The Toasters,
Laurel Aitken,
The New Christs,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris & Cosey,
Procol Harum,
Mr. Review,
Rites of Spring,
Black Moon,
Matthew Bourne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Model 500,
Khruangbin,
The Evens,
Ken Boothe,
Sound Behaviour,
Neil Young,
James White and The Blacks,
Pierre Henry,
Wasted Youth,
Pantaleimon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Technova,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fatback Band,
MDC,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radiohead,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Country Teasers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Normal,
The United States of America,
Ultravox,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Talk Talk,
Ronan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roger Hodgson,
The Star Department,
Black Sheep,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rekid,
The Real Kids,
Flash Fearless,
The Count Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Dave Gahan,
Joyce Sims,
The J.B.'s,
Vainqueur,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tom Boy,
Delta 5,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.