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 Iraq and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Dead C to the dance 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
8 Eyed Spy,
DJ Style,
The Knickerbockers,
Scientists,
Intrusion,
Joe Finger,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fire Engines,
Quando Quango,
Ronan,
Sarah Menescal,
Yaz,
F. McDonald,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Make Up,
Camberwell Now,
T.S.O.L.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sällskapet,
Byron Stingily,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boredoms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radio Birdman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
L. Decosne,
Tommy Roe,
Stereo Dub,
UT,
Bob Dylan,
The Durutti Column,
Dual Sessions,
June of 44,
Drive Like Jehu,
cv313,
Sex Pistols,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jawbox,
Pulsallama,
Suburban Knight,
B.T. Express,
Donald Byrd,
Banda Bassotti,
The Moody Blues,
Masters at Work,
Rapeman,
Brand Nubian,
Magazine,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gap Band,
Pierre Henry,
The Barracudas,
Con Funk Shun,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Index,
Adolescents,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.