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 Uganda and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Zero Boys to the rap 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ronnie Foster,
Infiniti,
Dead Boys,
Thompson Twins,
The Divine Comedy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bob Dylan,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Womack,
Barbara Tucker,
Sam Rivers,
Duran Duran,
Altered Images,
Jerry's Kids,
Country Teasers,
Moss Icon,
Ornette Coleman,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Hood,
Moebius,
Essential Logic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nirvana,
Grauzone,
La Düsseldorf,
Vladislav Delay,
Minny Pops,
Stiv Bators,
John Coltrane,
Magma,
Morten Harket,
Rod Modell,
Scion,
Colin Newman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Warsaw,
Heaven 17,
DJ Sneak,
The Beau Brummels,
Half Japanese,
Aural Exciters,
Angry Samoans,
Yellowson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Henry Cow,
John Holt,
Letta Mbulu,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Matthew Bourne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
The New Christs,
Freddie Wadling,
Boogie Down Productions,
Davy DMX,
The Black Dice,
Don Cherry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.