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 Hungary and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Toni Rubio to the punk 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Count Five,
DJ Style,
Reuben Wilson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Suburban Knight,
The Skatalites,
Ronan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Buckinghams,
Man Eating Sloth,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare,
Black Bananas,
Nas,
Q65,
Hot Snakes,
Alison Limerick,
the Human League,
Quando Quango,
Scan 7,
Ludus,
The Cure,
JFA,
Gichy Dan,
Theoretical Girls,
Kayak,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gladiators,
Spandau Ballet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brass Construction,
The Birthday Party,
the Slits,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeff Mills,
The Slits,
Drexciya,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nirvana,
In Retrospect,
Pierre Henry,
Con Funk Shun,
Mo-Dettes,
Gastr Del Sol,
These Immortal Souls,
Josef K,
Henry Cow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Prince Buster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Stooges,
Maurizio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.