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 Korea North and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Infiniti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mr. Review,
Con Funk Shun,
Tres Demented,
New Age Steppers,
Cecil Taylor,
Los Fastidios,
The Modern Lovers,
Silicon Teens,
Hashim,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Womack,
Ronnie Foster,
LL Cool J,
Mantronix,
Godley & Creme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sight & Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Busters,
Supertramp,
K-Klass,
Leonard Cohen,
Loose Ends,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alphaville,
The Smiths,
Roger Hodgson,
Arab on Radar,
The Golliwogs,
Charles Mingus,
Dawn Penn,
Henry Cow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Glenn Branca,
Piero Umiliani,
Gerry Rafferty,
Theoretical Girls,
Yaz,
The Blackbyrds,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Velvet Underground,
Grey Daturas,
Country Teasers,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Starr,
Lou Christie,
The Pretty Things,
Connie Case,
Reagan Youth,
Scratch Acid,
The Dave Clark Five,
The American Breed,
Prince Buster,
Icehouse,
Schoolly D,
Curtis Mayfield,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.