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 United States and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Jeff Mills,
The Martian,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-102,
Trumans Water,
The Detroit Cobras,
B.T. Express,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Normal,
The Young Rascals,
Rosa Yemen,
Intrusion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jandek,
Mo-Dettes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
KRS-One,
Matthew Bourne,
Pole,
Young Marble Giants,
Bush Tetras,
The Fortunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott Heron,
Section 25,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alison Limerick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Green,
Royal Trux,
The Offenders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cymande,
Wire,
Unrelated Segments,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Magma,
FM Einheit,
Pussy Galore,
Roy Ayers,
Echospace,
Eden Ahbez,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soulsonic Force,
Nas,
These Immortal Souls,
Zapp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
cv313,
The Pretty Things,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minny Pops,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.