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 Laos and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rakim to the funk 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Mars,
Man Parrish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Talk Talk,
Maleditus Sound,
Can,
The Fugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joe Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
The Red Krayola,
Shoche,
Scratch Acid,
Wire,
Erasure,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gladiators,
Siglo XX,
Faraquet,
Fatback Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Average White Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Public Enemy,
The Blackbyrds,
Barry Ungar,
Eve St. Jones,
Brick,
Second Layer,
Rotary Connection,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Josef K,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Flag,
Brass Construction,
Pantaleimon,
Graham Central Station,
In Retrospect,
Neil Young,
H. Thieme,
Cymande,
Bootsy Collins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scott Walker,
Parry Music,
Godley & Creme,
Cal Tjader,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Hasil Adkins,
Pylon,
Nico,
The United States of America,
Janne Schatter,
Radio Birdman,
Skriet,
Subhumans,
Judy Mowatt,
The Human League,
Crispian St. Peters,
Derrick May,
Neu!,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.