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 Korea South and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the techno 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Roy Ayers,
Inner City,
Marvin Gaye,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Carl Craig,
Wings,
Deadbeat,
MDC,
The Alarm Clocks,
Excepter,
Lakeside,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Zero Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Mr. Review,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gap Band,
Scion,
Sandy B,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun City Girls,
Nico,
Jawbox,
Pantytec,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Half Japanese,
Arab on Radar,
Connie Case,
Ornette Coleman,
Pharoah Sanders,
U.S. Maple,
The Smoke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fat Boys,
Malaria!,
Josef K,
The Grass Roots,
Fugazi,
Gabor Szabo,
Yazoo,
The Stooges,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Khruangbin,
Robert Görl,
Moby Grape,
Absolute Body Control,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Green,
The Offenders,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.