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 East Timor and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Gang Starr to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Curtis Mayfield,
Interpol,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Parry Music,
Qualms,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Modern Lovers,
Reuben Wilson,
Theoretical Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Grass Roots,
Charles Mingus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Adolescents,
Pantytec,
Underground Resistance,
Roxy Music,
The Slits,
the Association,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sex Pistols,
a-ha,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harmonia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moebius,
Fear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Main Source,
Donny Hathaway,
Deadbeat,
Guru Guru,
The Gun Club,
Cymande,
Animal Collective,
Warren Ellis,
Prince Buster,
Roxette,
Howard Jones,
Vladislav Delay,
Desert Stars,
Joe Finger,
Das Ding,
Bluetip,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Bananas,
Bill Wells,
Metal Thangz,
Whodini,
Mandrill,
Supertramp,
Sight & Sound,
Trumans Water,
Excepter,
The Velvet Underground,
Rotary Connection,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.