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 Guinea and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Nas to the electroclash 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Cal Tjader,
Kenny Larkin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Siglo XX,
Hoover,
the Slits,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Electric Prunes,
Eddi Front,
Saccharine Trust,
Cybotron,
Black Sheep,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
FM Einheit,
The Standells,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sarah Menescal,
Harmonia,
Lakeside,
Public Image Ltd.,
Suburban Knight,
Deepchord,
Gong,
Connie Case,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Wyatt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott Heron,
Silicon Teens,
Josef K,
Jeff Mills,
Nirvana,
Wolf Eyes,
Yaz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Isaac Hayes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Association,
The Young Rascals,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mantronix,
Skarface,
Minny Pops,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Green,
The Raincoats,
The Monks,
Hot Snakes,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Neon Judgement,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cramps,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tom Boy,
New Order,
Al Stewart,
Khruangbin,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.