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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lagos.
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 Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Khruangbin to the techno 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Angry Samoans,
Eddi Front,
Mission of Burma,
The Monochrome Set,
La Düsseldorf,
Spoonie Gee,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
D'Angelo,
Bauhaus,
Hoover,
Symarip,
Pere Ubu,
Jandek,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sugar Minott,
48th St. Collective,
Newcleus,
Alison Limerick,
Nils Olav,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mummies,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cheater Slicks,
The Names,
Main Source,
Gil Scott Heron,
These Immortal Souls,
The Slackers,
Chrome,
Maurizio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marine Girls,
Whodini,
Steve Hackett,
Harry Pussy,
Glenn Branca,
Joensuu 1685,
Von Mondo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Shoche,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Suicide,
The Last Poets,
Jeff Mills,
Henry Cow,
Accadde A,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Siglo XX,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Starr,
Donny Hathaway,
DJ Style,
Cymande,
Rites of Spring,
Todd Rundgren,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.