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 Tunisia and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Sarah Menescal to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
The Evens,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Don Cherry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kas Product,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Judy Mowatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
UT,
June Days,
Nick Fraelich,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aswad,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dennis Brown,
John Foxx,
Derrick May,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dead C,
The Star Department,
The Associates,
Monks,
Schoolly D,
The Monks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quadrant,
New Age Steppers,
Echospace,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eurythmics,
Marc Almond,
Grandmaster Flash,
These Immortal Souls,
James White and The Blacks,
Basic Channel,
Jawbox,
Soul Sonic Force,
The J.B.'s,
the Fania All-Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
Excepter,
Vladislav Delay,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lyres,
Jeff Mills,
The Cramps,
Throbbing Gristle,
Drexciya,
The Index,
Lungfish,
Zapp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Average White Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Youth Brigade,
Moebius,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.