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 Samoa and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 D'Angelo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Oneida,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bad Manners,
the Normal,
Michelle Simonal,
Max Romeo,
Unwound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blossom Toes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dawn Penn,
Maleditus Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Henry Cow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skriet,
K-Klass,
kango's stein massive,
Alphaville,
Bobby Sherman,
Japan,
Faust,
Minor Threat,
The Neon Judgement,
Pulsallama,
Circle Jerks,
The Knickerbockers,
Wings,
Marc Almond,
Agitation Free,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Royal Trux,
The Residents,
Scion,
Negative Approach,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Schoolly D,
Sex Pistols,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Womack,
Ultra Naté,
Gang of Four,
Godley & Creme,
Crooked Eye,
One Last Wish,
Hoover,
A Certain Ratio,
Moebius,
Quadrant,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Raincoats,
The Toasters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skaos,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.