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 Serbia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Erykah Badu,
Arcadia,
The Raincoats,
B.T. Express,
The Moleskins,
L. Decosne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quadrant,
The Modern Lovers,
The Slits,
Faraquet,
Quando Quango,
The Gap Band,
Andrew Hill,
Unwound,
The Fire Engines,
John Cale,
Max Romeo,
ABBA,
Little Man,
Jandek,
Henry Cow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Litter,
the Slits,
Spoonie Gee,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Siglo XX,
AZ,
Ten City,
Deepchord,
Lebanon Hanover,
Piero Umiliani,
Derrick Morgan,
Susan Cadogan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sound Behaviour,
The Busters,
John Holt,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Green,
Easy Going,
Roy Ayers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Panda Bear,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scrapy,
Marc Almond,
The Mighty Diamonds,
June of 44,
Half Japanese,
Boredoms,
Desert Stars,
Babytalk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cal Tjader,
Main Source,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.