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 Jamaica and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 Zero Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
John Cale,
Soul II Soul,
Donald Byrd,
The Saints,
Tropical Tobacco,
Judy Mowatt,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cal Tjader,
Ultravox,
Sister Nancy,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Techniques,
Gichy Dan,
The Blackbyrds,
The Leaves,
Los Fastidios,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Connie Case,
Siglo XX,
Mission of Burma,
Cecil Taylor,
Funky Four + One,
Tom Boy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Procol Harum,
Pagans,
Colin Newman,
Quadrant,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fort Wilson Riot,
kango's stein massive,
Altered Images,
EPMD,
Mandrill,
Sound Behaviour,
Ohio Players,
Moby Grape,
The Electric Prunes,
Magma,
Jacob Miller,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brothers Johnson,
Thee Headcoats,
Cymande,
Grey Daturas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pere Ubu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Drexciya,
Black Moon,
The Mojo Men,
The Black Dice,
Monks,
Susan Cadogan,
Chrome,
Babytalk,
Dual Sessions,
Sam Rivers,
Rod Modell,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.