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 Eritrea and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Public Enemy 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fugazi,
the Association,
Reagan Youth,
Masters at Work,
Andrew Hill,
Swell Maps,
Lucky Dragons,
Deadbeat,
Black Bananas,
The Smiths,
Easy Going,
The Velvet Underground,
Bush Tetras,
The Busters,
The Real Kids,
The Cowsills,
Johnny Clarke,
Faust,
Tim Buckley,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Sherman,
Scan 7,
Nick Fraelich,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brand Nubian,
Sparks,
Camouflage,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Young Marble Giants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Buckinghams,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Niagra,
The Golliwogs,
Barrington Levy,
The Red Krayola,
Outsiders,
The Fuzztones,
Cymande,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Franke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantaleimon,
Black Flag,
Gregory Isaacs,
Babytalk,
Nas,
Shoche,
Shuggie Otis,
Alphaville,
Pole,
Thee Headcoats,
Bluetip,
Urselle,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.