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 Fiji and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Slits to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sonics,
Amazonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Von Mondo,
Man Parrish,
The Fall,
Mark Hollis,
Second Layer,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Starr,
Panda Bear,
Aaron Thompson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aswad,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
James White and The Blacks,
Marvin Gaye,
Graham Central Station,
AZ,
Soulsonic Force,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drexciya,
Kurtis Blow,
the Germs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eddi Front,
Sällskapet,
Yazoo,
10cc,
Whodini,
Bobby Womack,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Hood,
Joe Smooth,
Chrome,
Icehouse,
Excepter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New Order,
World's Most,
DJ Style,
Brass Construction,
Wire,
Bob Dylan,
Au Pairs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fatback Band,
Mad Mike,
Jeff Mills,
Crime,
David McCallum,
Dead Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.