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 Samoa and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 Jimmy McGriff to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Zapp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fela Kuti,
The Knickerbockers,
Warsaw,
Stereo Dub,
Bauhaus,
Black Sheep,
This Heat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Frankie Knuckles,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ponytail,
Crime,
Animal Collective,
June Days,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mummies,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ronnie Foster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nas,
Neil Young,
The Gladiators,
Bill Wells,
Niagra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Piero Umiliani,
The Slackers,
the Germs,
Panda Bear,
Wire,
F. McDonald,
Scientists,
John Cale,
Lindisfarne,
The Cowsills,
Magazine,
The Gun Club,
The Birthday Party,
New York Dolls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quadrant,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Teasers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Connie Case,
Wasted Youth,
The Busters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Subhumans,
Slick Rick,
T.S.O.L.,
Tears for Fears,
Grandmaster Flash,
Main Source,
Kurtis Blow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.