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 Palau and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Audionom to the techno 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Green,
Joe Finger,
Cameo,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Cale,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Morten Harket,
Robert Hood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camouflage,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lightning Bolt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Darondo,
Andrew Hill,
Make Up,
Marvin Gaye,
Motorama,
The Monks,
Byron Stingily,
Patti Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Grandmaster Flash,
Heaven 17,
Kas Product,
Ronnie Foster,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cecil Taylor,
Laurel Aitken,
Cheater Slicks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Toasters,
The Names,
a-ha,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Junior Murvin,
Eden Ahbez,
Kool Moe Dee,
H. Thieme,
Y Pants,
Oblivians,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fire Engines,
The Associates,
Boredoms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Davy DMX,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Bowie,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.