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 Mauritius and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Fortunes to the techno 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
The Moleskins,
Darondo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Royal Trux,
Lalo Schifrin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
June Days,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Wells,
Wally Richardson,
The Gun Club,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cramps,
The Human League,
Qualms,
Charles Mingus,
The Techniques,
Goldenarms,
This Heat,
Skarface,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Anthony Braxton,
Radio Birdman,
Saccharine Trust,
Letta Mbulu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The New Christs,
Jeff Mills,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pulsallama,
Outsiders,
The Barracudas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hoover,
The Raincoats,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Pop Group,
Cecil Taylor,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ken Boothe,
Flipper,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Victims,
The Real Kids,
Patti Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Godley & Creme,
Mr. Review,
The Evens,
Sonic Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Names,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wings,
Derrick May,
Moss Icon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.