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 Solomon Islands and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Warren Ellis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cramps,
the Normal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mandrill,
Alison Limerick,
Dennis Brown,
The Smiths,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dirtbombs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Josef K,
X-101,
Camouflage,
Agitation Free,
Mission of Burma,
The Stooges,
Joey Negro,
Urselle,
Model 500,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roxy Music,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ice-T,
the Soft Cell,
The Gap Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Glenn Branca,
Dawn Penn,
Amazonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scientists,
Roxette,
John Cale,
Scratch Acid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camberwell Now,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fortunes,
Alton Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
Quantec,
Johnny Clarke,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
EPMD,
kango's stein massive,
Wire,
Spoonie Gee,
Erykah Badu,
Motorama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Victims,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.