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 Brunei and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Juan Atkins to the grime 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Chris Corsano,
Flash Fearless,
Excepter,
Warsaw,
Rod Modell,
The Buckinghams,
Sandy B,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Swans,
Sixth Finger,
Prince Buster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minnie Riperton,
Arab on Radar,
The Slits,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Techniques,
Tubeway Army,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Bananas,
Bush Tetras,
Letta Mbulu,
Soft Machine,
Mandrill,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cymande,
New York Dolls,
Cybotron,
Ludus,
Jacques Brel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wire,
Inner City,
Skriet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Guru Guru,
Altered Images,
Frankie Knuckles,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Massinfluence,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Motions,
Animal Collective,
Roxy Music,
Bang On A Can,
Monks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Smiths,
The Fugs,
Man Parrish,
The J.B.'s,
Jawbox,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slave,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.