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 Hungary and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Dawn Penn to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Mantronix,
Index,
David Axelrod,
Easy Going,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker,
The Red Krayola,
Morten Harket,
Delta 5,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Andrew Hill,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alice Coltrane,
Mandrill,
Eurythmics,
Electric Prunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bob Dylan,
Jandek,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Fatback Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
T. Rex,
Von Mondo,
Minnie Riperton,
Hot Snakes,
Quadrant,
Aloha Tigers,
The Stooges,
Livin' Joy,
Negative Approach,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amon Düül,
Fat Boys,
Chrome,
Robert Hood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marcia Griffiths,
Agent Orange,
Yusef Lateef,
Pole,
Wings,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cal Tjader,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nik Kershaw,
Monks,
The Leaves,
Lebanon Hanover,
Henry Cow,
Hasil Adkins,
Jawbox,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.