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 Algeria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Anthony Braxton to the punk 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Radiopuhelimet,
New Age Steppers,
Urselle,
Alton Ellis,
Oblivians,
Lightning Bolt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blossom Toes,
The Fortunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Delta 5,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Starr,
Mars,
Minor Threat,
Toni Rubio,
The Young Rascals,
MDC,
Babytalk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The J.B.'s,
The Remains,
Masters at Work,
Pantytec,
Glenn Branca,
Slick Rick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Duran Duran,
Porter Ricks,
Scrapy,
Intrusion,
The Gladiators,
Donny Hathaway,
Cecil Taylor,
Desert Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun City Girls,
John Lydon,
The Residents,
Heaven 17,
Brand Nubian,
Grey Daturas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Danielle Patucci,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roxy Music,
Stereo Dub,
Jawbox,
Todd Terry,
This Heat,
The Velvet Underground,
David Axelrod,
Visage,
Wolf Eyes,
Parry Music,
Spandau Ballet,
Fear,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-101,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.