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 Haiti and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Pharoah Sanders to the grunge 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
David McCallum,
Donald Byrd,
Marmalade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bob Dylan,
Spandau Ballet,
Theoretical Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alphaville,
Buzzcocks,
Roxette,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Move,
The Moleskins,
Don Cherry,
Shuggie Otis,
The Young Rascals,
Loose Ends,
Chris & Cosey,
Audionom,
Echospace,
Half Japanese,
Curtis Mayfield,
Toni Rubio,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Halsall,
Delta 5,
Prince Buster,
Rites of Spring,
The Standells,
Nils Olav,
Mantronix,
Erykah Badu,
Sonic Youth,
Skarface,
Subhumans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skriet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fugazi,
Joe Finger,
Carl Craig,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aloha Tigers,
Andrew Hill,
Country Teasers,
Tomorrow,
The Gun Club,
Nico,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jandek,
New York Dolls,
The Stooges,
Gichy Dan,
The Zeros,
Warsaw,
Model 500,
Fifty Foot Hose,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.