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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Von Mondo to the disco 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Barracudas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pole,
The Real Kids,
Kerrie Biddell,
Junior Murvin,
Interpol,
Erasure,
Pylon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sound Behaviour,
The Busters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rites of Spring,
Danielle Patucci,
The American Breed,
LL Cool J,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Flag,
Fugazi,
Au Pairs,
Bauhaus,
Sun City Girls,
The Cramps,
The Fuzztones,
Wire,
Colin Newman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Magazine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
L. Decosne,
Robert Görl,
Young Marble Giants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eddi Front,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Green,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soft Machine,
Supertramp,
Soulsonic Force,
Stereo Dub,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
48th St. Collective,
The J.B.'s,
Royal Trux,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vladislav Delay,
Sight & Sound,
Blossom Toes,
cv313,
Minor Threat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joe Smooth,
the Sonics,
Don Cherry,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.