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 Argentina and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
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 Juan Atkins to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Swell Maps,
Lebanon Hanover,
Suburban Knight,
Pole,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pet Shop Boys,
JFA,
Roy Ayers,
Derrick May,
Y Pants,
Lucky Dragons,
The Trojans,
Rites of Spring,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Hood,
Pierre Henry,
Blancmange,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
Joey Negro,
John Lydon,
John Cale,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brand Nubian,
the Association,
Sandy B,
La Düsseldorf,
Spoonie Gee,
ABC,
OOIOO,
Pussy Galore,
Sex Pistols,
Wally Richardson,
CMW,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jandek,
Altered Images,
Ituana,
Erykah Badu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tres Demented,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare,
Don Cherry,
Flipper,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sonics,
Silicon Teens,
48th St. Collective,
Eddi Front,
X-102,
John Foxx,
Tears for Fears,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nico,
Gabor Szabo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Infiniti,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.