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 Ukraine and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 A Certain Ratio to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Lucky Dragons,
The Blues Magoos,
Average White Band,
Rites of Spring,
X-101,
Kurtis Blow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MDC,
Pierre Henry,
Wire,
New Age Steppers,
Ornette Coleman,
Soft Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Niagra,
Harry Pussy,
Henry Cow,
Scrapy,
Animal Collective,
Albert Ayler,
Leonard Cohen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DJ Style,
The Litter,
Jacques Brel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cramps,
Jeff Mills,
Reagan Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
Banda Bassotti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Letta Mbulu,
Negative Approach,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lakeside,
Bauhaus,
Metal Thangz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faust,
Audionom,
Sparks,
Jesper Dahlback,
U.S. Maple,
LL Cool J,
Slick Rick,
The Human League,
Bill Near,
The Fortunes,
Faraquet,
E-Dancer,
Archie Shepp,
Sonic Youth,
Pussy Galore,
The Gun Club,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Zero Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stiv Bators,
Susan Cadogan,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.