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 Spain and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Skaos to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Lightning Bolt,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Association,
Davy DMX,
Livin' Joy,
Donny Hathaway,
Magma,
Jandek,
Bad Manners,
Lou Christie,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Five Americans,
Sonic Youth,
the Germs,
The Angels of Light,
Panda Bear,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funkadelic,
Surgeon,
Heaven 17,
Underground Resistance,
Model 500,
The Gories,
The Beau Brummels,
Todd Terry,
PIL,
X-102,
Robert Görl,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Wyatt,
B.T. Express,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
10cc,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deakin,
Soft Machine,
DJ Sneak,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hardrive,
Rakim,
Vainqueur,
Leonard Cohen,
DJ Style,
R.M.O.,
Tommy Roe,
Black Flag,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Electric Prunes,
The Knickerbockers,
Unwound,
Masters at Work,
Country Teasers,
Minnie Riperton,
Japan,
The Litter,
Rapeman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.