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 Vanuatu and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Masters at Work to the electroclash 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
The Names,
Minnie Riperton,
Lyres,
OOIOO,
Parry Music,
Average White Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aaron Thompson,
Goldenarms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Trojans,
Robert Hood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
June Days,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sam Rivers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Con Funk Shun,
Idris Muhammad,
Bronski Beat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Underground Resistance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smoke,
The Slackers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cecil Taylor,
Main Source,
Severed Heads,
The Angels of Light,
Sun Ra,
Patti Smith,
the Association,
Mission of Burma,
Black Sheep,
Supertramp,
Harmonia,
L. Decosne,
Archie Shepp,
Scion,
Dual Sessions,
Au Pairs,
KRS-One,
Todd Terry,
Maleditus Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlback,
Qualms,
Amon Düül,
Pere Ubu,
Ten City,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Los Fastidios,
Prince Buster,
Nirvana,
Jawbox,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.