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 Georgia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 Sun Ra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Pantytec,
Erykah Badu,
Little Man,
Popol Vuh,
Bad Manners,
Lou Christie,
Albert Ayler,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bill Near,
Godley & Creme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sex Pistols,
The Busters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soulsonic Force,
Fear,
Bobby Byrd,
Minny Pops,
Nils Olav,
Chris & Cosey,
Yaz,
X-102,
Arthur Verocai,
Judy Mowatt,
Loose Ends,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fall,
Eli Mardock,
Patti Smith,
Faraquet,
One Last Wish,
R.M.O.,
The Modern Lovers,
Amazonics,
The Divine Comedy,
Connie Case,
James White and The Blacks,
Los Fastidios,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Slits,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Flag,
Scan 7,
Carl Craig,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cramps,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Vogues,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
K-Klass,
Average White Band,
Quando Quango,
Suburban Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.