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 Niger and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Scrapy to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Moon,
Archie Shepp,
Popol Vuh,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Monochrome Set,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Remains,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Durutti Column,
Roger Hodgson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Susan Cadogan,
Davy DMX,
June Days,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
LL Cool J,
Sex Pistols,
The New Christs,
CMW,
Public Enemy,
Reagan Youth,
Cluster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dirtbombs,
Neil Young,
Scion,
David Axelrod,
Shoche,
Young Marble Giants,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gerry Rafferty,
The American Breed,
The Angels of Light,
Stereo Dub,
Yusef Lateef,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Busters,
Electric Prunes,
Howard Jones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terry Callier,
The Birthday Party,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skaos,
Monks,
The Names,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deadbeat,
Fatback Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scrapy,
Scan 7,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.