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 Italy and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Oblivians to the jazz 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oneida,
Black Bananas,
Second Layer,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Axelrod,
Section 25,
Gregory Isaacs,
Charles Mingus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Technova,
Mission of Burma,
Agent Orange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
PIL,
Brand Nubian,
Goldenarms,
Man Parrish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hasil Adkins,
Althea and Donna,
Black Pus,
Chris & Cosey,
Malaria!,
Kurtis Blow,
Dark Day,
The American Breed,
Japan,
Jacob Miller,
Stockholm Monsters,
Visage,
The Kinks,
AZ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roy Ayers,
Hashim,
Rapeman,
Index,
B.T. Express,
The Electric Prunes,
Michelle Simonal,
The Divine Comedy,
Letta Mbulu,
Wire,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Anthony Braxton,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skarface,
Brass Construction,
Thompson Twins,
Joensuu 1685,
The Martian,
Porter Ricks,
The United States of America,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camberwell Now,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.