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 Comoros and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rapeman to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Average White Band,
Bootsy Collins,
The Last Poets,
Graham Central Station,
The Five Americans,
Mars,
The United States of America,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amon Düül,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sugar Minott,
Cheater Slicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Christie,
Fluxion,
Michelle Simonal,
Anthony Braxton,
Rakim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Saints,
Arthur Verocai,
Alice Coltrane,
Goldenarms,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cal Tjader,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Godley & Creme,
Nirvana,
Black Pus,
T. Rex,
Fear,
Prince Buster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Litter,
The Index,
Lower 48,
Tomorrow,
Soul II Soul,
John Coltrane,
Von Mondo,
Aaron Thompson,
DJ Style,
Pylon,
The Residents,
Ice-T,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yazoo,
Scrapy,
The Smoke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blancmange,
EPMD,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Evens,
Lalann,
Groovy Waters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.