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 Russia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Index to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Cybotron,
The Gories,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gong,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
Shuggie Otis,
James White and The Blacks,
Crime,
Con Funk Shun,
The Techniques,
Dead Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Sex Pistols,
Godley & Creme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moebius,
Byron Stingily,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
T.S.O.L.,
Chris & Cosey,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Gang Dance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed,
Ronan,
The Stooges,
One Last Wish,
Oneida,
The Slits,
Lower 48,
The American Breed,
Rakim,
Flipper,
CMW,
Charles Mingus,
Bronski Beat,
Henry Cow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heaven 17,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Pretty Things,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dead C,
The Music Machine,
cv313,
Swans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare,
the Germs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bad Manners,
X-101,
Eve St. Jones,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.