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 Bangladesh and from Manila.
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 Toronto and Tehran.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Skriet to the grunge 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Bobby Womack,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stiv Bators,
the Slits,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eurythmics,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Monks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rapeman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Television,
Sarah Menescal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David McCallum,
Mars,
Ornette Coleman,
Delta 5,
Jeff Lynne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Spandau Ballet,
Dark Day,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ituana,
Fluxion,
Henry Cow,
Aloha Tigers,
Mission of Burma,
Deadbeat,
Gong,
Theoretical Girls,
FM Einheit,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Malaria!,
Hashim,
Popol Vuh,
The Gun Club,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Circle Jerks,
Slick Rick,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric Dolphy,
Model 500,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tommy Roe,
The Knickerbockers,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mojo Men,
MC5,
Electric Prunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tubeway Army,
kango's stein massive,
Scrapy,
The Golliwogs,
Rufus Thomas,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.