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 Benin and from Halifax.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Michael McDonald 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 Aaron Thompson to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All The Martian 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 funk 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Joensuu 1685,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Buzzcocks,
Minor Threat,
Absolute Body Control,
Soft Machine,
Howard Jones,
Yazoo,
ABBA,
Nik Kershaw,
Das Ding,
Outsiders,
Throbbing Gristle,
Youth Brigade,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dead C,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Sherman,
Marvin Gaye,
U.S. Maple,
Intrusion,
Jacob Miller,
Main Source,
Duran Duran,
T.S.O.L.,
Scratch Acid,
Alice Coltrane,
Babytalk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
This Heat,
Joe Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
FM Einheit,
Masters at Work,
Icehouse,
Jawbox,
Juan Atkins,
Yellowson,
June of 44,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Monolake,
Carl Craig,
Cecil Taylor,
The Residents,
Public Enemy,
Royal Trux,
Barrington Levy,
Adolescents,
Lungfish,
Sandy B,
Tommy Roe,
Darondo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brass Construction,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cramps,
Cymande,
Japan,
Angry Samoans,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.