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 Rwanda and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 China Crisis to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
June of 44,
The Wake,
ABBA,
Marvin Gaye,
The Black Dice,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brass Construction,
the Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crime,
Loose Ends,
The Trojans,
Pussy Galore,
Suicide,
T. Rex,
Derrick Morgan,
Josef K,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pulsallama,
F. McDonald,
The Birthday Party,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gregory Isaacs,
Khruangbin,
Stetsasonic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dirtbombs,
Spandau Ballet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moss Icon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quando Quango,
Wire,
Grauzone,
The Dead C,
T.S.O.L.,
Can,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gap Band,
Cybotron,
The Blues Magoos,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hoover,
Skaos,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Pretty Things,
This Heat,
Bronski Beat,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grandmaster Flash,
Easy Going,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.