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 Palau and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Magma to the disco 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
cv313,
Rakim,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Byrd,
Anthony Braxton,
Sixth Finger,
Andrew Hill,
Duran Duran,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Drexciya,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Soft Cell,
In Retrospect,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boredoms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grey Daturas,
Ituana,
Mandrill,
Urselle,
D'Angelo,
Robert Wyatt,
UT,
Marmalade,
Visage,
Lindisfarne,
Porter Ricks,
Unwound,
The Evens,
Sun Ra,
The Angels of Light,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sparks,
Moby Grape,
Public Enemy,
The Fugs,
Johnny Clarke,
Barry Ungar,
Inner City,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suicide,
Wire,
Parry Music,
The Associates,
The United States of America,
Interpol,
The Blackbyrds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Electric Prunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Ornette Coleman,
Albert Ayler,
The Martian,
Piero Umiliani,
The Toasters,
Minny Pops,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.