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 Grenada and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 AZ to the electroclash 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Minny Pops,
The Black Dice,
Prince Buster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
cv313,
Pantaleimon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Funky Four + One,
Thee Headcoats,
Glambeats Corp.,
MDC,
Grauzone,
Saccharine Trust,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Normal,
Popol Vuh,
Flash Fearless,
The Offenders,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Unrelated Segments,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terrestrial Tones,
kango's stein massive,
Infiniti,
Funkadelic,
Gabor Szabo,
Pussy Galore,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Young Marble Giants,
Soul II Soul,
Amazonics,
Stereo Dub,
Vainqueur,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Christie,
Nico,
David Bowie,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
FM Einheit,
Jacob Miller,
Roger Hodgson,
U.S. Maple,
Pharoah Sanders,
Drexciya,
Henry Cow,
Procol Harum,
Blossom Toes,
Public Enemy,
Adolescents,
Eve St. Jones,
Angry Samoans,
OOIOO,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Royal Trux,
The Walker Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.