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 Ghana and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon 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 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 Holger Czukay 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 Livin' Joy to the rock 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Terry Callier,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fortunes,
Model 500,
Nas,
Stereo Dub,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Pus,
DJ Style,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Joyce Sims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Golliwogs,
Ice-T,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Happenings,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joensuu 1685,
Minny Pops,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
D'Angelo,
Suburban Knight,
Alphaville,
Sugar Minott,
Radiohead,
Mission of Burma,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Human League,
EPMD,
Basic Channel,
Sound Behaviour,
Arab on Radar,
Skaos,
Lalann,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
a-ha,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jacob Miller,
Parry Music,
Das Ding,
The Dirtbombs,
The Buckinghams,
The Gories,
Wolf Eyes,
Anakelly,
Simply Red,
The Residents,
The Remains,
Hardrive,
Joy Division,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Motorama,
Yusef Lateef,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.