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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tim Buckley to the grunge 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Fear,
Kerri Chandler,
Flipper,
Cluster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Buzzcocks,
Todd Rundgren,
Rhythm & Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Near,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Young Marble Giants,
The Litter,
Mantronix,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Hood,
Fela Kuti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
MDC,
Masters at Work,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
H. Thieme,
The Happenings,
Kaleidoscope,
Bob Dylan,
Cecil Taylor,
PIL,
Gichy Dan,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fuzztones,
Make Up,
The Zeros,
The Last Poets,
Vladislav Delay,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scratch Acid,
Shoche,
Alphaville,
Clear Light,
Organ,
D'Angelo,
Massinfluence,
Saccharine Trust,
AZ,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Letta Mbulu,
Smog,
Yusef Lateef,
DJ Style,
The Dead C,
The Sound,
X-102,
the Soft Cell,
Lungfish,
Schoolly D,
The Neon Judgement,
Joy Division,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.