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 France and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Japan to the grime 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
EPMD,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Womack,
Pere Ubu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
LL Cool J,
Livin' Joy,
Eric Dolphy,
Jandek,
Smog,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Human League,
Quantec,
Blossom Toes,
Hot Snakes,
Make Up,
Spoonie Gee,
Oblivians,
Ludus,
Mad Mike,
Nation of Ulysses,
Das Ding,
Mantronix,
The Gories,
MC5,
Tomorrow,
Liliput,
Donny Hathaway,
Depeche Mode,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Motions,
The Raincoats,
Vladislav Delay,
Deadbeat,
Minutemen,
The Velvet Underground,
Michelle Simonal,
Derrick Morgan,
Man Parrish,
Fluxion,
Nirvana,
Charles Mingus,
Scratch Acid,
Barbara Tucker,
Wings,
Boz Scaggs,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Blackbyrds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Darondo,
Dawn Penn,
Ponytail,
Roy Ayers,
The Saints,
The Trojans,
Warsaw,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.