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 Fiji and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Jeff Mills to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Echospace,
Judy Mowatt,
Aural Exciters,
Visage,
Country Teasers,
Stiv Bators,
Mission of Burma,
Unwound,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fire Engines,
Mary Jane Girls,
Parry Music,
The Vogues,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brass Construction,
James White and The Blacks,
Outsiders,
Tres Demented,
These Immortal Souls,
Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Warsaw,
Minutemen,
Nas,
Dark Day,
Qualms,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thompson Twins,
D'Angelo,
Joe Finger,
Los Fastidios,
The Detroit Cobras,
48th St. Collective,
Mr. Review,
Urselle,
Blake Baxter,
New York Dolls,
Scratch Acid,
Boz Scaggs,
Lightning Bolt,
Althea and Donna,
Model 500,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mantronix,
Animal Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
Deepchord,
R.M.O.,
Moebius,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rekid,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wings,
Ralphi Rosario,
Average White Band,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.