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 Serbia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Clear Light to the grime 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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Peter and Kerry,
Charles Mingus,
Easy Going,
Au Pairs,
Desert Stars,
Jawbox,
Technova,
Nico,
T.S.O.L.,
Aswad,
Interpol,
The Toasters,
Alton Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang On A Can,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Derrick May,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vladislav Delay,
John Foxx,
Harmonia,
Tommy Roe,
Minor Threat,
In Retrospect,
Arab on Radar,
Suicide,
Black Bananas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
China Crisis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warren Ellis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Josef K,
Dave Gahan,
Dawn Penn,
The Fall,
Todd Rundgren,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rufus Thomas,
Harry Pussy,
Monks,
Quando Quango,
Pole,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Wyatt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yaz,
PIL,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Urselle,
The Star Department,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cymande,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Slits,
The Mummies,
John Holt,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.