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 Suriname and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Thee Headcoats 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Darondo,
Albert Ayler,
World's Most,
The Zeros,
the Human League,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marvin Gaye,
Buzzcocks,
The Cramps,
Kerri Chandler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minor Threat,
The Victims,
Colin Newman,
Black Moon,
Idris Muhammad,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Slits,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bad Manners,
A Certain Ratio,
Popol Vuh,
ABBA,
Von Mondo,
Grauzone,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Spandau Ballet,
Scott Walker,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Starr,
Jeru the Damaja,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Agent Orange,
Faraquet,
Symarip,
James White and The Blacks,
Excepter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rakim,
Basic Channel,
Howard Jones,
a-ha,
Ten City,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radiopuhelimet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Durutti Column,
Half Japanese,
Zapp,
Dennis Brown,
Eli Mardock,
The Electric Prunes,
Quadrant,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.