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 Austria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Urselle to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Minnie Riperton,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Teasers,
The Barracudas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
48th St. Collective,
Fatback Band,
Loose Ends,
The Stooges,
Lalann,
Excepter,
The Young Rascals,
The Human League,
Drexciya,
R.M.O.,
The Martian,
Connie Case,
Harpers Bizarre,
Buzzcocks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Animal Collective,
Masters at Work,
Bronski Beat,
Thee Headcoats,
Saccharine Trust,
Sam Rivers,
Von Mondo,
Mo-Dettes,
Section 25,
Erasure,
Nas,
Terry Callier,
PIL,
MC5,
JFA,
Young Marble Giants,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sällskapet,
Althea and Donna,
Fad Gadget,
Radio Birdman,
Sonic Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hoover,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fluxion,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gladiators,
Eli Mardock,
Chris Corsano,
Monks,
The Smiths,
The Gun Club,
Ultravox,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.