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 Mali and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Infiniti to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blackbyrds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vladislav Delay,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Association,
Siglo XX,
Desert Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
Minnie Riperton,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Swans,
Gong,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Goldenarms,
Aloha Tigers,
Cymande,
Bobby Sherman,
Subhumans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pulsallama,
Pet Shop Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
The Kinks,
The Selecter,
Joe Finger,
Ice-T,
Bronski Beat,
Sarah Menescal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Panda Bear,
Inner City,
CMW,
Intrusion,
Peter & Gordon,
Zapp,
A Certain Ratio,
Q and Not U,
Michelle Simonal,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mojo Men,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crash Course in Science,
Hasil Adkins,
Grauzone,
The Associates,
Metal Thangz,
Rakim,
Danielle Patucci,
Wasted Youth,
the Slits,
Swell Maps,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Moon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
Kenny Larkin,
AZ,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.