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 Namibia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David McCallum,
Dual Sessions,
Rapeman,
The Saints,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blossom Toes,
The Blackbyrds,
Franke,
New Age Steppers,
Peter and Kerry,
ABBA,
Alison Limerick,
Inner City,
Lower 48,
Porter Ricks,
Marine Girls,
Camouflage,
The Searchers,
Cheater Slicks,
Sandy B,
Darondo,
The Gladiators,
Trumans Water,
The Evens,
Von Mondo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arab on Radar,
Terry Callier,
The Fuzztones,
Gang of Four,
The Misunderstood,
Cal Tjader,
Radio Birdman,
Swell Maps,
Shuggie Otis,
A Certain Ratio,
Urselle,
Bootsy Collins,
Wings,
Deadbeat,
Eric Dolphy,
JFA,
Brand Nubian,
The Raincoats,
The Velvet Underground,
Y Pants,
Fela Kuti,
Simply Red,
Essential Logic,
Schoolly D,
The Moleskins,
Laurel Aitken,
Funkadelic,
Flipper,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moss Icon,
Ornette Coleman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun City Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.