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 Qatar and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 kango's stein massive to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Accadde A,
JFA,
The Mummies,
Section 25,
Gang Starr,
Television,
The Electric Prunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fat Boys,
Joe Smooth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
cv313,
The Golliwogs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moebius,
Throbbing Gristle,
DJ Style,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pierre Henry,
T. Rex,
Deepchord,
John Foxx,
Blake Baxter,
the Germs,
Marine Girls,
Intrusion,
Al Stewart,
Roy Ayers,
Ice-T,
Simply Red,
Faust,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boredoms,
Animal Collective,
Mantronix,
Josef K,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nils Olav,
The Last Poets,
Gregory Isaacs,
Derrick May,
Yaz,
X-Ray Spex,
The Move,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Residents,
The Techniques,
Byron Stingily,
Faraquet,
Fad Gadget,
Gichy Dan,
Jacques Brel,
The Wake,
Q and Not U,
Scan 7,
The American Breed,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.