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 Australia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Camouflage to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
James White and The Blacks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Josef K,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vainqueur,
Interpol,
The Martian,
Unrelated Segments,
Television Personalities,
Underground Resistance,
Johnny Clarke,
Mandrill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Los Fastidios,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bush Tetras,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gun Club,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nation of Ulysses,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vladislav Delay,
Henry Cow,
The Monochrome Set,
Iggy Pop,
The Fugs,
Todd Terry,
Sun City Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Susan Cadogan,
The Invisible,
The Fire Engines,
Liliput,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Icehouse,
The Happenings,
Man Parrish,
Al Stewart,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Monolake,
Skaos,
Joyce Sims,
Dorothy Ashby,
Motorama,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kerrie Biddell,
Agitation Free,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mantronix,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glambeats Corp.,
EPMD,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.