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 Guyana and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 AZ to the techno 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
David Bowie,
Shoche,
Max Romeo,
Archie Shepp,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cal Tjader,
The Sonics,
The Sound,
Graham Central Station,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donald Byrd,
Mission of Burma,
Yellowson,
Accadde A,
Talk Talk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Procol Harum,
KRS-One,
Altered Images,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lalo Schifrin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Colin Newman,
Technova,
Judy Mowatt,
Agitation Free,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Saints,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nico,
Ken Boothe,
The Zeros,
Gang Green,
The Grass Roots,
Television Personalities,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Coltrane,
One Last Wish,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Leonard Cohen,
Mars,
Charles Mingus,
Moby Grape,
Young Marble Giants,
The Pop Group,
Lyres,
Robert Hood,
Minny Pops,
Minor Threat,
Metal Thangz,
Monolake,
Ice-T,
Rufus Thomas,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.