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 Haiti and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
A Certain Ratio,
Dual Sessions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hot Snakes,
Boredoms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The United States of America,
Nation of Ulysses,
Whodini,
Sound Behaviour,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gabor Szabo,
48th St. Collective,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rites of Spring,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Star Department,
Metal Thangz,
Qualms,
Dennis Brown,
UT,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Michelle Simonal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rod Modell,
Kaleidoscope,
Warsaw,
Fat Boys,
ABBA,
Yaz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Liliput,
Bad Manners,
Essential Logic,
The Misunderstood,
The Remains,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Make Up,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Fania All-Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DJ Style,
Blancmange,
Siglo XX,
Terry Callier,
Kerri Chandler,
Connie Case,
Chrome,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lalann,
Brothers Johnson,
The Busters,
Mars,
Prince Buster,
Pere Ubu,
Cluster,
Amazonics,
Inner City,
Fort Wilson Riot,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.