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 United Kingdom and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Pagans to the crunk 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Last Poets,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alice Coltrane,
Infiniti,
Brass Construction,
PIL,
Gang Starr,
Neu!,
Lyres,
Simply Red,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ornette Coleman,
John Cale,
Andrew Hill,
Sun Ra,
Roxy Music,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sixth Finger,
The Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Five Americans,
The Victims,
Barry Ungar,
Peter & Gordon,
Letta Mbulu,
The J.B.'s,
Wings,
Mars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Human League,
Sparks,
China Crisis,
Electric Prunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Surgeon,
Black Sheep,
Tom Boy,
Tim Buckley,
Main Source,
Quando Quango,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pantytec,
World's Most,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rod Modell,
Accadde A,
Dark Day,
Underground Resistance,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fuzztones,
La Düsseldorf,
Kaleidoscope,
Fear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young,
John Holt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ossler,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.