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 Ethiopia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kool Moe Dee to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Barry Ungar,
Ten City,
Bush Tetras,
Cymande,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radio Birdman,
Camouflage,
Aloha Tigers,
The Last Poets,
Chrome,
Newcleus,
Darondo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wire,
Stereo Dub,
Fear,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Man Parrish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brothers Johnson,
Surgeon,
Underground Resistance,
Fugazi,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vladislav Delay,
Lindisfarne,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Detroit Cobras,
Smog,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sixth Finger,
Sun Ra,
Crime,
The Monks,
Lou Christie,
the Bar-Kays,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Smiths,
Outsiders,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cheater Slicks,
Oblivians,
Tommy Roe,
Aural Exciters,
Morten Harket,
Flipper,
Niagra,
the Swans,
Procol Harum,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Iggy Pop,
James White and The Blacks,
The Wake,
Eric B and Rakim,
Visage,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.