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 Argentina and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Max Romeo to the jazz 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Zapp,
The Victims,
Oblivians,
The Offenders,
Carl Craig,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blackbyrds,
Desert Stars,
June Days,
X-101,
Whodini,
Q and Not U,
Scion,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boredoms,
The Remains,
The Gun Club,
Shoche,
Laurel Aitken,
Smog,
Peter and Kerry,
Morten Harket,
Joe Smooth,
Parry Music,
Lakeside,
Livin' Joy,
LL Cool J,
Kaleidoscope,
Goldenarms,
Banda Bassotti,
Rekid,
Radiohead,
The Cure,
Scrapy,
Blossom Toes,
Moby Grape,
Tomorrow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bang On A Can,
The Gap Band,
Neu!,
The Pretty Things,
Minor Threat,
Outsiders,
The Trojans,
Dennis Brown,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vladislav Delay,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rosa Yemen,
Nick Fraelich,
Theoretical Girls,
H. Thieme,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fatback Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pantaleimon,
Rites of Spring,
Archie Shepp,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.