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 France and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fear to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
The Raincoats,
June Days,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Liliput,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Smog,
Connie Case,
Siglo XX,
Lindisfarne,
The Red Krayola,
Drexciya,
Soulsonic Force,
the Normal,
The Martian,
Severed Heads,
The Litter,
Bauhaus,
Man Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lucky Dragons,
Minny Pops,
H. Thieme,
The Move,
Nico,
The Residents,
Wire,
Donny Hathaway,
Bootsy Collins,
Alice Coltrane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
48th St. Collective,
E-Dancer,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sugar Minott,
Eric B and Rakim,
Visage,
Whodini,
Roxy Music,
Negative Approach,
Animal Collective,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bluetip,
The Index,
Model 500,
Dead Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Au Pairs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Music Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barbara Tucker,
The Smiths,
Black Sheep,
The Smoke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeru the Damaja,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.