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 Togo and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Swans to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
The Names,
Nas,
Moss Icon,
K-Klass,
James White and The Blacks,
Sam Rivers,
Zero Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Rakim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Lydon,
The Residents,
Althea and Donna,
Quando Quango,
Basic Channel,
Todd Rundgren,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rotary Connection,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Visage,
Index,
Pharoah Sanders,
Little Man,
Joe Smooth,
Arab on Radar,
Marmalade,
R.M.O.,
Ten City,
The Move,
Suicide,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roxette,
Nirvana,
Deepchord,
Minor Threat,
Danielle Patucci,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Happenings,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sight & Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Amazonics,
Trumans Water,
The Velvet Underground,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skriet,
Half Japanese,
Skaos,
Prince Buster,
Erykah Badu,
Chrome,
The Fall,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mars,
Harry Pussy,
The Zeros,
Cameo,
X-Ray Spex,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.