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 Uruguay and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 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 Radio Birdman to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Pierre Henry,
Vladislav Delay,
The Buckinghams,
Arthur Verocai,
Reuben Wilson,
The Black Dice,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Franke,
The Doors,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kas Product,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick May,
Oblivians,
Gerry Rafferty,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gories,
The Last Poets,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxy Music,
Bad Manners,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joyce Sims,
Soulsonic Force,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Association,
The Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Los Fastidios,
The Tremeloes,
June Days,
Q65,
China Crisis,
Khruangbin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Magma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Enemy,
Jandek,
Deadbeat,
Absolute Body Control,
Blake Baxter,
Scott Walker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun Ra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Piero Umiliani,
Spoonie Gee,
Von Mondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scientists,
Electric Prunes,
Ituana,
Ohio Players,
Can,
The Gun Club,
Babytalk,
FM Einheit,
Pantytec,
Frankie Knuckles,
Porter Ricks,
Mars,
The Invisible,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.