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 Korea North and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vladislav Delay to the funk 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Pere Ubu,
Arcadia,
OOIOO,
The Kinks,
Ultravox,
The Human League,
Electric Prunes,
The Toasters,
Derrick May,
Motorama,
The Music Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Fela Kuti,
Yusef Lateef,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sugar Minott,
Eli Mardock,
Thompson Twins,
Pulsallama,
Vladislav Delay,
The Neon Judgement,
Section 25,
Albert Ayler,
Hoover,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Cell,
Surgeon,
Camberwell Now,
Howard Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Byron Stingily,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Main Source,
Slick Rick,
Y Pants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dave Clark Five,
Japan,
June of 44,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dead C,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Association,
Rosa Yemen,
Al Stewart,
kango's stein massive,
Funkadelic,
Aloha Tigers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Pretty Things,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Steve Hackett,
The Blues Magoos,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Q and Not U,
Sister Nancy,
the Slits,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.