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 Algeria and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Blackbyrds to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Terrestrial Tones,
Metal Thangz,
Heaven 17,
Mark Hollis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pagans,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Standells,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scratch Acid,
Siglo XX,
Johnny Clarke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The J.B.'s,
Flash Fearless,
The Gap Band,
Panda Bear,
Guru Guru,
Joey Negro,
Young Marble Giants,
Y Pants,
Procol Harum,
Youth Brigade,
Radiopuhelimet,
Main Source,
Gang Starr,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Searchers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Trojans,
Aswad,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Leonard Cohen,
This Heat,
Surgeon,
Spandau Ballet,
the Bar-Kays,
The Techniques,
Lindisfarne,
Davy DMX,
cv313,
Kas Product,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Toasters,
Yellowson,
Bill Near,
Fluxion,
Clear Light,
Black Sheep,
Oneida,
Wings,
X-Ray Spex,
Maleditus Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Spoonie Gee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sugar Minott,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.