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 Solomon Islands and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Black Dice to the punk 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stockholm Monsters,
Matthew Halsall,
Groovy Waters,
The Kinks,
Camberwell Now,
Saccharine Trust,
Reagan Youth,
Tres Demented,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Khruangbin,
Todd Rundgren,
Von Mondo,
Lakeside,
Jeff Mills,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Silicon Teens,
Rapeman,
Q65,
Grey Daturas,
Aswad,
Japan,
Cal Tjader,
Sex Pistols,
Crash Course in Science,
Clear Light,
Interpol,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eden Ahbez,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cure,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lindisfarne,
Don Cherry,
Livin' Joy,
Glenn Branca,
Sun Ra,
Tim Buckley,
Fat Boys,
Black Sheep,
The Doors,
Derrick May,
Gang Starr,
Joey Negro,
The Five Americans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Drive Like Jehu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Skatalites,
R.M.O.,
The Tremeloes,
Lucky Dragons,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dave Gahan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gladiators,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.