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 Iran and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Warsaw to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quando Quango,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hardrive,
Crime,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cluster,
Newcleus,
Subhumans,
Procol Harum,
Grey Daturas,
Jeff Mills,
Funky Four + One,
Davy DMX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Section 25,
Popol Vuh,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Monochrome Set,
The Pretty Things,
The Sound,
Soft Cell,
DNA,
Toni Rubio,
Sister Nancy,
Tomorrow,
Sun Ra,
Glenn Branca,
Q and Not U,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Donny Hathaway,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aural Exciters,
The Cure,
Nico,
Traffic Nightmare,
Electric Prunes,
Skriet,
Yusef Lateef,
Sällskapet,
Fat Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
a-ha,
Lou Christie,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Drexciya,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Smoke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Junior Murvin,
Warsaw,
Minor Threat,
Cal Tjader,
Gregory Isaacs,
Colin Newman,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.