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 Sudan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Fugs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Lalann,
Groovy Waters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Basic Channel,
Saccharine Trust,
The Neon Judgement,
Echospace,
The Busters,
The Pretty Things,
kango's stein massive,
The Red Krayola,
Delta 5,
The Associates,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
H. Thieme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Adolescents,
Can,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun Ra,
The Modern Lovers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Stooges,
Spandau Ballet,
Magma,
Yusef Lateef,
the Germs,
Agitation Free,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Human League,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Flag,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
Althea and Donna,
Essential Logic,
Average White Band,
KRS-One,
Connie Case,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barry Ungar,
Model 500,
Quando Quango,
Japan,
Archie Shepp,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Normal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Symarip,
The Smoke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.