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 South Sudan and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 PIL to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Mr. Review,
Lucky Dragons,
Scan 7,
Khruangbin,
Joe Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
One Last Wish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Panda Bear,
Pagans,
Soulsonic Force,
OOIOO,
Marmalade,
Grauzone,
Bluetip,
Glenn Branca,
The Trojans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eddi Front,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Pus,
Country Teasers,
The Misunderstood,
AZ,
The Divine Comedy,
Public Enemy,
Brand Nubian,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Maleditus Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Colin Newman,
Max Romeo,
David Axelrod,
Freddie Wadling,
Ponytail,
The Residents,
Lou Christie,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roxy Music,
A Certain Ratio,
China Crisis,
Brass Construction,
New York Dolls,
Nas,
Crooked Eye,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ituana,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tubeway Army,
the Sonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantaleimon,
Rekid,
Cymande,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kenny Larkin,
Easy Going,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.