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 Tunisia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 PIL to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Minny Pops,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxy Music,
Crooked Eye,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dawn Penn,
Ten City,
Blancmange,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Johnny Clarke,
Minnie Riperton,
The Birthday Party,
Maurizio,
Susan Cadogan,
Oblivians,
Boz Scaggs,
Fluxion,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Procol Harum,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Howard Jones,
T.S.O.L.,
Maleditus Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra,
Pantaleimon,
The Mojo Men,
The Gladiators,
The Slits,
Model 500,
Mark Hollis,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crime,
Eric Copeland,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donny Hathaway,
Radiohead,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
CMW,
Urselle,
Jacques Brel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skarface,
Fela Kuti,
Blake Baxter,
Main Source,
Nation of Ulysses,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sonic Youth,
Wasted Youth,
Panda Bear,
Cymande,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.