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 Swaziland and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Gang Green to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
One Last Wish,
Funkadelic,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Average White Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Agent Orange,
a-ha,
Slick Rick,
Eric Copeland,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Beau Brummels,
DJ Style,
Popol Vuh,
MDC,
Trumans Water,
Bauhaus,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gladiators,
Hashim,
The Victims,
Grauzone,
Wings,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lindisfarne,
Ken Boothe,
New Order,
Crime,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Erykah Badu,
Juan Atkins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Buzzcocks,
The Mummies,
Joy Division,
Loose Ends,
Bronski Beat,
Gang of Four,
Model 500,
The Martian,
Sarah Menescal,
the Germs,
The Gun Club,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Names,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cramps,
Althea and Donna,
Warren Ellis,
Boogie Down Productions,
This Heat,
The Blues Magoos,
Newcleus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.