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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Amazonics,
Television Personalities,
Sam Rivers,
Donald Byrd,
Q65,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Sonics,
Thompson Twins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Womack,
Byron Stingily,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Siglo XX,
Ultravox,
Cluster,
The Angels of Light,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter and Kerry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy Collins,
Reuben Wilson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Zapp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Newcleus,
Malaria!,
U.S. Maple,
John Lydon,
The Music Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
Animal Collective,
Essential Logic,
Das Ding,
Lebanon Hanover,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jacob Miller,
Au Pairs,
The Wake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Last Poets,
Ronan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Mr. Review,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Silicon Teens,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Japan,
Sonic Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
John Holt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Toasters,
The Happenings,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.