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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 June Days to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Glenn Branca,
The Grass Roots,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Matthew Bourne,
The Martian,
Wings,
Flipper,
The Music Machine,
The Tremeloes,
U.S. Maple,
Livin' Joy,
Eric Copeland,
MDC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Con Funk Shun,
The Selecter,
John Coltrane,
Ten City,
Scientists,
Grandmaster Flash,
Silicon Teens,
Dead Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aswad,
Moebius,
Funky Four + One,
The Durutti Column,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Count Five,
Joe Smooth,
Los Fastidios,
Harmonia,
Erykah Badu,
Marvin Gaye,
Blossom Toes,
Scrapy,
the Association,
Sun Ra,
Scion,
The Fugs,
the Bar-Kays,
Tim Buckley,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Happenings,
Make Up,
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thompson Twins,
Althea and Donna,
Motorama,
Mad Mike,
Warren Ellis,
Laurel Aitken,
Suicide,
Cal Tjader,
Malaria!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Trumans Water,
Gang Starr,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.