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 Papua New Guinea and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Drexciya to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare,
Soft Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
U.S. Maple,
Letta Mbulu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aaron Thompson,
The J.B.'s,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fall,
Godley & Creme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Q and Not U,
Monks,
The Tremeloes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rotary Connection,
Monolake,
Lou Christie,
The Invisible,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Darondo,
Chris & Cosey,
Soulsonic Force,
Carl Craig,
Skaos,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hardrive,
Ohio Players,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Trojans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
E-Dancer,
Yusef Lateef,
The Neon Judgement,
AZ,
Circle Jerks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Susan Cadogan,
Wings,
Magma,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sixth Finger,
The Red Krayola,
Section 25,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Whodini,
Nick Fraelich,
Interpol,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Techniques,
Can,
Tom Boy,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.