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 Kyrgyzstan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sex Pistols to the electroclash 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Circle Jerks,
Grey Daturas,
Swans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter & Gordon,
Nik Kershaw,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sällskapet,
The Monks,
Donald Byrd,
Tubeway Army,
June of 44,
the Germs,
Max Romeo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Junior Murvin,
Los Fastidios,
Anthony Braxton,
Maurizio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Funkadelic,
The Gap Band,
Minutemen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Index,
Newcleus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Iggy Pop,
Alton Ellis,
Idris Muhammad,
Harry Pussy,
Erasure,
The Happenings,
Nico,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
La Düsseldorf,
The Velvet Underground,
L. Decosne,
Crooked Eye,
Jeru the Damaja,
The New Christs,
Malaria!,
Howard Jones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Bush Tetras,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-102,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cramps,
Japan,
Todd Rundgren,
PIL,
Darondo,
OOIOO,
Vladislav Delay,
The Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
John Cale,
Graham Central Station,
Arthur Verocai,
Motorama,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.