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 Colombia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Lou Reed 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 Colin Newman to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Mandrill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vainqueur,
Amon Düül II,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fela Kuti,
Jeff Mills,
The Offenders,
Reagan Youth,
The Victims,
Ronnie Foster,
Roxy Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Public Enemy,
Sonic Youth,
The Fuzztones,
Lindisfarne,
The Evens,
One Last Wish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Doors,
The Barracudas,
Main Source,
The Cowsills,
Godley & Creme,
Masters at Work,
A Certain Ratio,
The Last Poets,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Monks,
Ten City,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gichy Dan,
John Lydon,
Severed Heads,
James White and The Blacks,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
OOIOO,
Country Teasers,
Moebius,
Pussy Galore,
Pagans,
Fat Boys,
Pole,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dorothy Ashby,
Patti Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aloha Tigers,
Tom Boy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brand Nubian,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.