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 Fiji and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Youth Brigade to the jazz 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Y Pants,
Joyce Sims,
T. Rex,
The Electric Prunes,
Suicide,
The Wake,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Echospace,
Scratch Acid,
Minny Pops,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
Lucky Dragons,
KRS-One,
Scion,
Rapeman,
Slick Rick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Television,
Main Source,
Deepchord,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Moody Blues,
Average White Band,
DJ Style,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Altered Images,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tres Demented,
Cluster,
Reagan Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric Dolphy,
Unwound,
Thee Headcoats,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mars,
The American Breed,
Tom Boy,
Vainqueur,
Quando Quango,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Darondo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Index,
Graham Central Station,
MC5,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Henry Cow,
Grauzone,
Model 500,
Nick Fraelich,
Skarface,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.