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 Dominican Republic and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Velvet Underground to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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,
Marshall Jefferson,
Visage,
Das Ding,
Lyres,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
H. Thieme,
Goldenarms,
Joy Division,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxy Music,
Monks,
Barrington Levy,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare,
The Golliwogs,
Minutemen,
Reuben Wilson,
Absolute Body Control,
The Smoke,
Porter Ricks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pantytec,
Dorothy Ashby,
kango's stein massive,
Flash Fearless,
Colin Newman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chris & Cosey,
Vainqueur,
Terry Callier,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mark Hollis,
The Searchers,
Blake Baxter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rakim,
The Index,
The J.B.'s,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nico,
Joey Negro,
Pussy Galore,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultra Naté,
China Crisis,
Deepchord,
Television Personalities,
Animal Collective,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Womack,
Wasted Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
Chris Corsano,
Davy DMX,
Metal Thangz,
Swans,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.