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 Chile and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun Ra,
Ornette Coleman,
Metal Thangz,
Siglo XX,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yazoo,
Sparks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moby Grape,
Josef K,
John Cale,
Severed Heads,
Sarah Menescal,
Rufus Thomas,
the Human League,
Los Fastidios,
The Cramps,
Howard Jones,
Circle Jerks,
Essential Logic,
Underground Resistance,
Anthony Braxton,
David McCallum,
Lungfish,
La Düsseldorf,
Barbara Tucker,
The Golliwogs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thee Headcoats,
Unwound,
Neu!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mark Hollis,
Q and Not U,
Bluetip,
Bronski Beat,
Agent Orange,
Smog,
Pere Ubu,
Y Pants,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mummies,
The Invisible,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lower 48,
David Bowie,
Main Source,
Can,
a-ha,
Bizarre Inc.,
Babytalk,
Tommy Roe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radio Birdman,
Cymande,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.