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 South Sudan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Mary Jane Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Piero Umiliani,
Average White Band,
Make Up,
R.M.O.,
Intrusion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Los Fastidios,
Sarah Menescal,
Reagan Youth,
Sällskapet,
The Grass Roots,
Sound Behaviour,
Anthony Braxton,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare,
Heaven 17,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bluetip,
Marshall Jefferson,
Adolescents,
Beasts of Bourbon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
MDC,
Juan Atkins,
Drexciya,
Cheater Slicks,
John Holt,
Basic Channel,
Con Funk Shun,
The Blackbyrds,
Little Man,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Busters,
Monolake,
Sex Pistols,
Kaleidoscope,
Mission of Burma,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Knickerbockers,
Hardrive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tom Boy,
Japan,
Joe Finger,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed,
Underground Resistance,
Danielle Patucci,
Symarip,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bob Dylan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
L. Decosne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grey Daturas,
Arthur Verocai,
The Residents,
the Sonics,
Neil Young,
Magma,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.