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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Anakelly to the rock 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Saccharine Trust,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Slits,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stockholm Monsters,
Main Source,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mission of Burma,
New Order,
Television Personalities,
Scratch Acid,
Swell Maps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fire Engines,
The Fugs,
Black Bananas,
JFA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pulsallama,
Schoolly D,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wolf Eyes,
Colin Newman,
Qualms,
Jeff Lynne,
Todd Rundgren,
Cymande,
Susan Cadogan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Loose Ends,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kenny Larkin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Charles Mingus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nico,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Music Machine,
The Monks,
the Germs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Normal,
Juan Atkins,
Tim Buckley,
Nik Kershaw,
Aaron Thompson,
the Bar-Kays,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ornette Coleman,
The Monochrome Set,
Bill Near,
Hashim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ten City,
Young Marble Giants,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.