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 Libya and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar 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 Symarip to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Interpol,
JFA,
Freddie Wadling,
Pulsallama,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mantronix,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soulsonic Force,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gladiators,
Fluxion,
Absolute Body Control,
Moss Icon,
Man Parrish,
Agent Orange,
Eden Ahbez,
The Residents,
The Index,
Arthur Verocai,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Darondo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Real Kids,
The Selecter,
Fear,
The Remains,
Pere Ubu,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gap Band,
Icehouse,
Sun Ra,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
10cc,
The Trojans,
Jacques Brel,
Joe Smooth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Modern Lovers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wolf Eyes,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Görl,
Moebius,
Kayak,
Spandau Ballet,
The Martian,
Surgeon,
The Birthday Party,
In Retrospect,
Siglo XX,
Quadrant,
Procol Harum,
The Barracudas,
Main Source,
Sarah Menescal,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.