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 Monaco and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Symarip to the crunk 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker,
Robert Wyatt,
Boredoms,
The Offenders,
Symarip,
Ten City,
The Litter,
Schoolly D,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Underground Resistance,
Adolescents,
ABC,
Radiohead,
New Order,
Frankie Knuckles,
Audionom,
Soulsonic Force,
Organ,
Alice Coltrane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mummies,
Jeff Mills,
Echospace,
Rekid,
The Buckinghams,
Toni Rubio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scion,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The J.B.'s,
John Cale,
Skriet,
The Fugs,
Gong,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Suicide,
Tomorrow,
Aural Exciters,
Half Japanese,
Goldenarms,
Henry Cow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spandau Ballet,
Malaria!,
Rakim,
China Crisis,
Y Pants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dual Sessions,
Lyres,
Brass Construction,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.