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 Montenegro and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Carl Craig to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Chris & Cosey,
Country Teasers,
Marc Almond,
Mars,
The Knickerbockers,
Underground Resistance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hashim,
Pierre Henry,
Lakeside,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Busters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Q65,
These Immortal Souls,
Quantec,
Panda Bear,
In Retrospect,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Newcleus,
The Young Rascals,
Howard Jones,
The Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mojo Men,
Cluster,
Scan 7,
Kaleidoscope,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Germs,
The Evens,
Letta Mbulu,
Lungfish,
The Fuzztones,
Shoche,
The Black Dice,
The Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Monolake,
Stiv Bators,
Henry Cow,
Donny Hathaway,
Masters at Work,
Faust,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultra Naté,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slits,
Moebius,
T. Rex,
Jacob Miller,
KRS-One,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
a-ha,
Leonard Cohen,
Wire,
Man Parrish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.