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 Germany and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Deadbeat to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
ABC,
Alison Limerick,
Tom Boy,
Slick Rick,
Rod Modell,
Cybotron,
Panda Bear,
Deepchord,
Mr. Review,
Absolute Body Control,
The Trojans,
The Associates,
Kurtis Blow,
Glambeats Corp.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric Copeland,
Porter Ricks,
Swans,
Don Cherry,
Letta Mbulu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oneida,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hoover,
Minny Pops,
Depeche Mode,
Idris Muhammad,
The Shadows of Knight,
Goldenarms,
Gang Green,
Marvin Gaye,
The New Christs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Swans,
Suicide,
The Evens,
Todd Terry,
The Count Five,
The Zeros,
Make Up,
Accadde A,
the Soft Cell,
Tears for Fears,
Khruangbin,
Wasted Youth,
Harmonia,
Quantec,
Ponytail,
Circle Jerks,
Ultra Naté,
New Order,
Magma,
Surgeon,
the Slits,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fugazi,
Erasure,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.