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 San Marino and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Young Marble Giants 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
The Five Americans,
Magma,
Infiniti,
Alice Coltrane,
Echospace,
Deakin,
Aloha Tigers,
Brothers Johnson,
Moss Icon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bronski Beat,
Fela Kuti,
Darondo,
Spoonie Gee,
June Days,
Los Fastidios,
Second Layer,
Cybotron,
The Mojo Men,
Bang On A Can,
Motorama,
The Grass Roots,
The Young Rascals,
Pussy Galore,
Ponytail,
John Lydon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nick Fraelich,
Tom Boy,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Velvet Underground,
Siglo XX,
DJ Style,
Pantytec,
Fugazi,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chris & Cosey,
The Last Poets,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mr. Review,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oblivians,
Dawn Penn,
Thompson Twins,
Soft Cell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gastr Del Sol,
Silicon Teens,
X-102,
The Fall,
Kurtis Blow,
Ossler,
the Slits,
Davy DMX,
Jacques Brel,
Moby Grape,
The Techniques,
UT,
Erasure,
Drexciya,
AZ,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blake Baxter,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.