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 South Africa and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Soulsonic Force to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Panda Bear,
Rakim,
Idris Muhammad,
Donny Hathaway,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gap Band,
Ituana,
The Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Agitation Free,
Sun Ra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Human League,
Wire,
Alton Ellis,
Surgeon,
Patti Smith,
Juan Atkins,
F. McDonald,
Prince Buster,
Amazonics,
Black Bananas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Victims,
The Cowsills,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mo-Dettes,
Smog,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Clarke,
Unwound,
Todd Terry,
Mr. Review,
Ronan,
Joy Division,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jerry's Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
New Age Steppers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Saints,
The Skatalites,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moby Grape,
Blossom Toes,
U.S. Maple,
Brand Nubian,
Crash Course in Science,
Bush Tetras,
Con Funk Shun,
FM Einheit,
Matthew Halsall,
The Names,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.