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 Ethiopia and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Cecil Taylor 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Scientists,
Fugazi,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nas,
Audionom,
Echospace,
The Pretty Things,
Flash Fearless,
The Standells,
Cymande,
Masters at Work,
The Monochrome Set,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blackbyrds,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Alarm Clocks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Y Pants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Toasters,
Little Man,
Aural Exciters,
Lower 48,
Susan Cadogan,
In Retrospect,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
June Days,
Shuggie Otis,
Bill Wells,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Monolake,
The Smiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Hood,
Pagans,
Popol Vuh,
Mission of Burma,
Ultravox,
Yellowson,
Chris & Cosey,
Young Marble Giants,
Altered Images,
Lucky Dragons,
Carl Craig,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Q and Not U,
The Cramps,
Rakim,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Cale,
Lungfish,
Magazine,
The Count Five,
Dead Boys,
Ice-T,
Can,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.