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 Mali and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sällskapet to the rap 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Wings,
Main Source,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sonics,
Dave Gahan,
Crooked Eye,
The Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gladiators,
Visage,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Surgeon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Saints,
Audionom,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Bar-Kays,
Parry Music,
Cybotron,
Khruangbin,
The Searchers,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
China Crisis,
Boredoms,
Amazonics,
Dark Day,
The Young Rascals,
Stiv Bators,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bob Dylan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brass Construction,
The Raincoats,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donald Byrd,
Drexciya,
Nik Kershaw,
T. Rex,
The Fire Engines,
Severed Heads,
The Walker Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Godley & Creme,
Radiopuhelimet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marine Girls,
Fat Boys,
Howard Jones,
Funky Four + One,
Masters at Work,
David McCallum,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deadbeat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.