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 Peru and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Holger Czukay 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 Stiv Bators to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Raincoats,
Talk Talk,
Accadde A,
Oneida,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deepchord,
The Fortunes,
Wire,
The Offenders,
Rakim,
The Skatalites,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang of Four,
Sam Rivers,
Joe Smooth,
Donald Byrd,
The Real Kids,
Youth Brigade,
Lindisfarne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Interpol,
Joensuu 1685,
T. Rex,
Can,
Stiv Bators,
Nick Fraelich,
Nas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
E-Dancer,
Jesper Dahlback,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mars,
Erasure,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Five Americans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerrie Biddell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Q and Not U,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Byrd,
cv313,
Don Cherry,
Brand Nubian,
Slick Rick,
Scan 7,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gladiators,
Yusef Lateef,
Technova,
JFA,
kango's stein massive,
Wasted Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
The Doors,
Wings,
Thompson Twins,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.