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 Spokane.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Anakelly to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun Ra,
Peter & Gordon,
The Grass Roots,
It's A Beautiful Day,
PIL,
Slave,
Scott Walker,
Donny Hathaway,
Tommy Roe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chris & Cosey,
The Zeros,
Nico,
Slick Rick,
Amazonics,
K-Klass,
Ohio Players,
Max Romeo,
The Angels of Light,
The Fire Engines,
the Association,
Loose Ends,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nik Kershaw,
Dennis Brown,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
World's Most,
Rapeman,
Connie Case,
The J.B.'s,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Techniques,
The Tremeloes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gichy Dan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Josef K,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echospace,
H. Thieme,
Black Pus,
Mad Mike,
Wally Richardson,
Scan 7,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sonics,
Qualms,
Eden Ahbez,
Buzzcocks,
CMW,
Soul Sonic Force,
KRS-One,
Peter and Kerry,
Y Pants,
The Gladiators,
Little Man,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.