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 Kenya and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Nation of Ulysses to the grunge 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Junior Murvin,
Absolute Body Control,
T. Rex,
Cecil Taylor,
Aural Exciters,
Flamin' Groovies,
DNA,
Arcadia,
World's Most,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David Bowie,
F. McDonald,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Wyatt,
Stetsasonic,
Rakim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doors,
The Golliwogs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scientists,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Smog,
Charles Mingus,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mojo Men,
Audionom,
Buzzcocks,
David McCallum,
The New Christs,
Funkadelic,
The Modern Lovers,
Mars,
Blancmange,
Gabor Szabo,
Fear,
Glenn Branca,
Sparks,
The Sonics,
The Motions,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantaleimon,
Warren Ellis,
Skaos,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brand Nubian,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric Dolphy,
Neu!,
Ultra Naté,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.