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 Libya and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Letta Mbulu to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
The Zeros,
Arab on Radar,
The Blues Magoos,
Severed Heads,
Negative Approach,
R.M.O.,
Hoover,
Joe Finger,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dirtbombs,
Mark Hollis,
Gong,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Move,
The Misunderstood,
Scion,
Pylon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Trumans Water,
Blancmange,
Funky Four + One,
Curtis Mayfield,
New Age Steppers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pole,
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Boz Scaggs,
X-Ray Spex,
Jawbox,
Supertramp,
The Leaves,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monolake,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Beasts of Bourbon,
Darondo,
Altered Images,
Cal Tjader,
KRS-One,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Flag,
Prince Buster,
Radiohead,
Whodini,
Marvin Gaye,
Babytalk,
Y Pants,
Cymande,
Rakim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barry Ungar,
Nick Fraelich,
Gichy Dan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Con Funk Shun,
Pere Ubu,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.