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 Ukraine and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Maurizio to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Cluster,
Second Layer,
June Days,
Delta 5,
Reuben Wilson,
Minor Threat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Das Ding,
Fugazi,
Loose Ends,
T. Rex,
Zero Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Jeff Mills,
Radiohead,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow,
Ken Boothe,
Grauzone,
Sun Ra,
Slick Rick,
The United States of America,
Radio Birdman,
Sound Behaviour,
Ice-T,
Glenn Branca,
Sonny Sharrock,
Metal Thangz,
Babytalk,
Bronski Beat,
The Electric Prunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Liliput,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rufus Thomas,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Sheep,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultravox,
The Doors,
Stereo Dub,
The Litter,
Ronan,
the Normal,
Oneida,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Flag,
Scion,
The Slackers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jesper Dahlback,
Altered Images,
Black Pus,
the Soft Cell,
Letta Mbulu,
Hashim,
Byron Stingily,
Sight & Sound,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.