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 Moldova and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Jesper Dahlback to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Jacques Brel,
Joe Finger,
DJ Sneak,
Eddi Front,
Aaron Thompson,
Underground Resistance,
Agent Orange,
Barclay James Harvest,
June of 44,
Average White Band,
June Days,
Janne Schatter,
Scott Walker,
Jeff Mills,
The Black Dice,
Godley & Creme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter and Kerry,
Motorama,
The Cure,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Derrick May,
Flipper,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moby Grape,
The Residents,
Isaac Hayes,
Dawn Penn,
E-Dancer,
The Knickerbockers,
Can,
Alphaville,
Second Layer,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Stiv Bators,
Terry Callier,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Donald Byrd,
Black Bananas,
Ultravox,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Foxx,
Brand Nubian,
Laurel Aitken,
Adolescents,
The Last Poets,
Deakin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fela Kuti,
One Last Wish,
Skriet,
Wally Richardson,
Dorothy Ashby,
10cc,
Anthony Braxton,
Arthur Verocai,
The Durutti Column,
The Victims,
The Vogues,
John Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.