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 Bolivia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Ornette Coleman to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Susan Cadogan,
FM Einheit,
Jandek,
Tubeway Army,
X-Ray Spex,
Crime,
B.T. Express,
Josef K,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marc Almond,
The Dirtbombs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
Royal Trux,
Swans,
R.M.O.,
The Vogues,
Symarip,
Ultra Naté,
Sex Pistols,
Wolf Eyes,
Oblivians,
The Smoke,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
China Crisis,
Todd Terry,
The Golliwogs,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Pretty Things,
Ornette Coleman,
Chris Corsano,
Bill Wells,
Roger Hodgson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Toasters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sällskapet,
Motorama,
Maurizio,
Oneida,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy Collins,
DNA,
Gichy Dan,
The Skatalites,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Star Department,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Sherman,
Yusef Lateef,
Toni Rubio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Reagan Youth,
Prince Buster,
Sandy B,
Black Bananas,
Delta 5,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.