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 Guatemala and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
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 arpeggiator 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 Chris & Cosey to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Parry Music,
Drive Like Jehu,
Television,
Colin Newman,
Niagra,
Little Man,
Desert Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
cv313,
Japan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chris Corsano,
Letta Mbulu,
Bad Manners,
Cal Tjader,
Camouflage,
Mo-Dettes,
Darondo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Glenn Branca,
Piero Umiliani,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cheater Slicks,
Eli Mardock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang of Four,
The Remains,
Banda Bassotti,
Eve St. Jones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harry Pussy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Theoretical Girls,
Tommy Roe,
MDC,
The Residents,
Royal Trux,
Chrome,
Mark Hollis,
The Detroit Cobras,
These Immortal Souls,
World's Most,
Todd Rundgren,
The Skatalites,
The Durutti Column,
Minor Threat,
The Barracudas,
Erasure,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wings,
Josef K,
Morten Harket,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Byrd,
Nirvana,
The Smiths,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Warsaw,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.