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 Oman and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Idris Muhammad to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Hashim,
Masters at Work,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flamin' Groovies,
K-Klass,
Organ,
Mad Mike,
The Dead C,
Vladislav Delay,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kurtis Blow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Charles Mingus,
Pylon,
Colin Newman,
Crash Course in Science,
Metal Thangz,
Altered Images,
Youth Brigade,
The Misunderstood,
The Motions,
Dual Sessions,
Stetsasonic,
Stiv Bators,
Pierre Henry,
Harmonia,
Bauhaus,
Surgeon,
Marine Girls,
Black Pus,
Lakeside,
The Move,
F. McDonald,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare,
Deepchord,
Quantec,
Scratch Acid,
Sonny Sharrock,
Q65,
Ultimate Spinach,
Icehouse,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Animal Collective,
Lalann,
Anthony Braxton,
Dawn Penn,
Joy Division,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Saints,
Absolute Body Control,
This Heat,
Essential Logic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Byron Stingily,
Cybotron,
Soulsonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
MDC,
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.