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 Jamaica and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 G Rap & DJ Polo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Loose Ends,
New York Dolls,
Lucky Dragons,
Althea and Donna,
Black Bananas,
Scrapy,
The Zeros,
Supertramp,
Charles Mingus,
Cal Tjader,
David McCallum,
DJ Sneak,
Piero Umiliani,
The Monks,
Von Mondo,
Howard Jones,
Pere Ubu,
Derrick Morgan,
Drexciya,
Soft Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Outsiders,
Interpol,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeff Lynne,
World's Most,
DNA,
Harry Pussy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Niagra,
Ken Boothe,
Symarip,
One Last Wish,
Kurtis Blow,
Joy Division,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Animal Collective,
Lower 48,
Chris & Cosey,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Vogues,
Max Romeo,
Warsaw,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rites of Spring,
Procol Harum,
Guru Guru,
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tropical Tobacco,
These Immortal Souls,
Depeche Mode,
ABC,
The Beau Brummels,
The Invisible,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Whodini,
Rapeman,
Blancmange,
Lightning Bolt,
DJ Style,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.