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 Korea South and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 Don Cherry to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Danielle Patucci,
Banda Bassotti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hot Snakes,
Deadbeat,
Eden Ahbez,
The Vogues,
Angry Samoans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grey Daturas,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Electric Prunes,
T. Rex,
Marvin Gaye,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pantytec,
Donny Hathaway,
The Angels of Light,
Urselle,
D'Angelo,
Public Enemy,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fugs,
Spandau Ballet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sister Nancy,
The Slits,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Five Americans,
The Beau Brummels,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chrome,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jacob Miller,
The Martian,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeff Lynne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Infiniti,
Matthew Bourne,
Deakin,
Bronski Beat,
Brand Nubian,
The Stooges,
The Standells,
Tears for Fears,
Japan,
Joensuu 1685,
Stetsasonic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mandrill,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crash Course in Science,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun City Girls,
Qualms,
Black Moon,
The Buckinghams,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.