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 Czech Republic and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Colin Newman,
Pussy Galore,
Country Teasers,
The Beau Brummels,
Funky Four + One,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cameo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Copeland,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Misunderstood,
The Fuzztones,
The Buckinghams,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sonics,
Arcadia,
H. Thieme,
Nirvana,
Deepchord,
Delta 5,
Simply Red,
Slave,
Jacob Miller,
Q and Not U,
The Monks,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aloha Tigers,
Kayak,
Mark Hollis,
Janne Schatter,
Gabor Szabo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Josef K,
Severed Heads,
Popol Vuh,
KRS-One,
The Smoke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Electric Prunes,
Panda Bear,
The Doors,
June of 44,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sister Nancy,
Sun City Girls,
Procol Harum,
Newcleus,
Reagan Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Pretty Things,
John Cale,
Television,
Ultravox,
The Invisible,
Rosa Yemen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.