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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Arthur Verocai to the grunge 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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crooked Eye,
The Seeds,
the Soft Cell,
Kerri Chandler,
Joyce Sims,
The Smiths,
Man Parrish,
Maurizio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nick Fraelich,
The Remains,
Fugazi,
Pantytec,
Thee Headcoats,
Moby Grape,
Wire,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Malaria!,
Blake Baxter,
Heaven 17,
The Mojo Men,
The Modern Lovers,
Ten City,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arthur Verocai,
Barbara Tucker,
Radio Birdman,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sight & Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lakeside,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Motions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Carl Craig,
Grauzone,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Barracudas,
Livin' Joy,
Camberwell Now,
Agent Orange,
Erykah Badu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sonic Youth,
Black Moon,
Echospace,
Suburban Knight,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
10cc,
Roy Ayers,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fuzztones,
Faust,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.