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 Moldova and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sällskapet to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
The Names,
Circle Jerks,
Banda Bassotti,
Erasure,
The Invisible,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Foxx,
DJ Style,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arab on Radar,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Zero Boys,
Inner City,
Patti Smith,
The Birthday Party,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed,
Livin' Joy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Howard Jones,
Jacob Miller,
Quando Quango,
Supertramp,
Ken Boothe,
The Mojo Men,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hashim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Wyatt,
Loose Ends,
Niagra,
Sonic Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Easy Going,
The Blackbyrds,
The Buckinghams,
Swell Maps,
Deakin,
The Trojans,
June of 44,
Johnny Clarke,
OOIOO,
The Gap Band,
Echospace,
Public Enemy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Davy DMX,
Todd Terry,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Victims,
Clear Light,
Jeff Mills,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Albert Ayler,
Donald Byrd,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.