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 Fiji and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Davy DMX to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Delta 5,
June Days,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
K-Klass,
Barbara Tucker,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Public Enemy,
Pussy Galore,
Bush Tetras,
The Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bang On A Can,
Zapp,
Tomorrow,
Chris Corsano,
Saccharine Trust,
Negative Approach,
Moss Icon,
Harry Pussy,
Yusef Lateef,
The Busters,
The Red Krayola,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Outsiders,
Ken Boothe,
Scratch Acid,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yaz,
Hashim,
Jerry's Kids,
Yellowson,
Das Ding,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blancmange,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Slick Rick,
Harmonia,
Sam Rivers,
DNA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Marvin Gaye,
The Buckinghams,
The Five Americans,
Scan 7,
The Gap Band,
Joe Finger,
David Axelrod,
Skriet,
Leonard Cohen,
Erykah Badu,
Susan Cadogan,
the Germs,
Magazine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.