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 Kyrgyzstan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Harry Pussy to the grime 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fugazi,
Warsaw,
Agitation Free,
Davy DMX,
Maurizio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agent Orange,
Marmalade,
Joe Smooth,
Arab on Radar,
Monolake,
A Certain Ratio,
Chrome,
The Mummies,
Dennis Brown,
The Detroit Cobras,
Y Pants,
Kas Product,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pierre Henry,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sonics,
The Stooges,
Franke,
The Index,
Scratch Acid,
Moby Grape,
Excepter,
Q and Not U,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Echospace,
Brass Construction,
Hashim,
Peter and Kerry,
Piero Umiliani,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Don Cherry,
Rites of Spring,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott Heron,
Graham Central Station,
Television,
Mark Hollis,
The Techniques,
Gregory Isaacs,
Josef K,
Morten Harket,
John Holt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
This Heat,
Scrapy,
Matthew Halsall,
Bad Manners,
Lower 48,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Clarke,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.