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 Solomon Islands and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 Grandmaster Flash to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
The Fall,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Saccharine Trust,
Hasil Adkins,
Mars,
the Human League,
The Velvet Underground,
Popol Vuh,
Khruangbin,
the Sonics,
Rosa Yemen,
The Wake,
The Martian,
Sister Nancy,
Moby Grape,
Susan Cadogan,
The Selecter,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Moon,
John Foxx,
The Fortunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Motions,
The Dead C,
Soul Sonic Force,
Groovy Waters,
Bill Near,
The Leaves,
Stiv Bators,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Buzzcocks,
Monks,
X-102,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Half Japanese,
Albert Ayler,
New Age Steppers,
Mantronix,
Public Enemy,
Freddie Wadling,
Fort Wilson Riot,
A Certain Ratio,
The Searchers,
The Sonics,
Barrington Levy,
Chris Corsano,
Slave,
Funkadelic,
Wasted Youth,
Television Personalities,
Ultravox,
PIL,
Young Marble Giants,
Newcleus,
The Grass Roots,
Nico,
Lou Reed,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.