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 Tuvalu and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Amazonics to the grime 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Technova,
The Moleskins,
Dead Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Big Daddy Kane,
Intrusion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rites of Spring,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sight & Sound,
the Soft Cell,
H. Thieme,
Banda Bassotti,
Charles Mingus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris Corsano,
Lakeside,
Thee Headcoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Monochrome Set,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Monks,
Main Source,
Davy DMX,
Maleditus Sound,
Negative Approach,
LL Cool J,
Faraquet,
T.S.O.L.,
Laurel Aitken,
The Zeros,
Unwound,
E-Dancer,
The Move,
Colin Newman,
Anakelly,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Andrew Hill,
Swans,
Television Personalities,
Index,
Newcleus,
Theoretical Girls,
Sällskapet,
Television,
Mars,
Nas,
Joensuu 1685,
Glenn Branca,
Pantaleimon,
Eli Mardock,
Amazonics,
Erykah Badu,
Deepchord,
Gong,
Ossler,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.