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 Grenada and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 Hashim 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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Magazine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Reagan Youth,
Brass Construction,
Make Up,
Y Pants,
Sonic Youth,
Juan Atkins,
Siglo XX,
The Tremeloes,
Scion,
Judy Mowatt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rites of Spring,
Arcadia,
Silicon Teens,
Flash Fearless,
Mary Jane Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Monolake,
Maleditus Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
The Barracudas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DJ Sneak,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Hood,
Ponytail,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minutemen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hashim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sight & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Kurtis Blow,
Wasted Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Audionom,
Crime,
Inner City,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mummies,
The Victims,
Ultravox,
Roy Ayers,
Panda Bear,
Bill Wells,
Absolute Body Control,
Brothers Johnson,
Pierre Henry,
Swell Maps,
Ituana,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.