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 Madagascar and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 The Black Dice 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Scan 7,
Faraquet,
Cecil Taylor,
Big Daddy Kane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Invisible,
The Young Rascals,
The Black Dice,
Gong,
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Bourne,
The Names,
Gastr Del Sol,
Franke,
Suicide,
Darondo,
Deepchord,
The Blues Magoos,
Circle Jerks,
Panda Bear,
Dead Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Scion,
Amazonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Animal Collective,
Ituana,
Amon Düül,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Donald Byrd,
Cybotron,
Audionom,
John Foxx,
PIL,
Lightning Bolt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Max Romeo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ossler,
The Human League,
Sällskapet,
Davy DMX,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sex Pistols,
Rapeman,
The Skatalites,
Glenn Branca,
Archie Shepp,
Liliput,
Zapp,
Maleditus Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Pus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marine Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Outsiders,
Ornette Coleman,
Neil Young,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.