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 Honduras and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the grime 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Bronski Beat,
The Sonics,
the Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arthur Verocai,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Association,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter and Kerry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Womack,
Roy Ayers,
Wolf Eyes,
Moss Icon,
FM Einheit,
The Beau Brummels,
UT,
The Monochrome Set,
Cheater Slicks,
Magazine,
The Martian,
Nirvana,
Half Japanese,
Eric Dolphy,
Minor Threat,
Fluxion,
Supertramp,
Trumans Water,
Morten Harket,
Sonic Youth,
Inner City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soft Cell,
MDC,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Drexciya,
The Neon Judgement,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Todd Rundgren,
The Seeds,
Q65,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rites of Spring,
Rapeman,
Stereo Dub,
Unrelated Segments,
The Remains,
The Red Krayola,
Camberwell Now,
Moby Grape,
Duran Duran,
Bluetip,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cluster,
Bobby Sherman,
New York Dolls,
The Smoke,
Derrick Morgan,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.