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 Portugal and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Sun Ra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bluetip,
Bob Dylan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül,
the Bar-Kays,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cecil Taylor,
Arcadia,
June of 44,
Television Personalities,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brothers Johnson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Al Stewart,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radio Birdman,
Cybotron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Circle Jerks,
Jeff Mills,
Black Sheep,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Goldenarms,
The Zeros,
X-102,
Rufus Thomas,
The Victims,
48th St. Collective,
The Slackers,
Banda Bassotti,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glenn Branca,
Flash Fearless,
Groovy Waters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flipper,
Gang Green,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Smoke,
Alison Limerick,
Kenny Larkin,
Roger Hodgson,
Letta Mbulu,
Alice Coltrane,
Ohio Players,
Blancmange,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pantaleimon,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.