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 Liechtenstein and from Accra.
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 Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pantaleimon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sparks,
Agent Orange,
June Days,
Japan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Faraquet,
Eddi Front,
Mandrill,
Black Sheep,
Jacques Brel,
In Retrospect,
Inner City,
Joensuu 1685,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minny Pops,
Fluxion,
the Association,
Bad Manners,
The J.B.'s,
Tropical Tobacco,
Surgeon,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Walker Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fat Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Young Rascals,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pole,
Idris Muhammad,
Sam Rivers,
Royal Trux,
Vainqueur,
Malaria!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Sneak,
Archie Shepp,
The Music Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Trumans Water,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Von Mondo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pagans,
Nirvana,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Khruangbin,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.