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 Russia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 MDC to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Amazonics,
Robert Görl,
Rapeman,
Sällskapet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül II,
The Zeros,
Josef K,
Yusef Lateef,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Smog,
L. Decosne,
Goldenarms,
Interpol,
The Fuzztones,
Kayak,
Deepchord,
Ultimate Spinach,
Make Up,
Sun City Girls,
The Fall,
Morten Harket,
These Immortal Souls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric Copeland,
New Order,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Khruangbin,
Bill Near,
The Monochrome Set,
Darondo,
Maurizio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New York Dolls,
Erykah Badu,
The Pop Group,
Soft Cell,
Glenn Branca,
Reuben Wilson,
Radiohead,
Byron Stingily,
The Moleskins,
Anthony Braxton,
Brand Nubian,
Barrington Levy,
the Germs,
The Evens,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joey Negro,
Marvin Gaye,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.