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 Latvia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Scott Walker to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Index,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Germs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rosa Yemen,
Matthew Bourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mission of Burma,
Tears for Fears,
Mars,
Warren Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Talk Talk,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Duran Duran,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Davy DMX,
Soft Machine,
Althea and Donna,
The Count Five,
10cc,
Zapp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mandrill,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Young Marble Giants,
The Grass Roots,
H. Thieme,
T. Rex,
The Raincoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Invisible,
Mo-Dettes,
The Golliwogs,
Whodini,
The Knickerbockers,
D'Angelo,
Lightning Bolt,
The Birthday Party,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gap Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tomorrow,
E-Dancer,
These Immortal Souls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Erykah Badu,
Kaleidoscope,
U.S. Maple,
Eden Ahbez,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.