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 London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Spoonie Gee to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Roxy Music,
E-Dancer,
New Order,
Monolake,
Donald Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
Schoolly D,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra,
Lungfish,
New Age Steppers,
Vainqueur,
Lyres,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Trojans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pylon,
Peter and Kerry,
Tres Demented,
Nik Kershaw,
Minutemen,
Johnny Clarke,
The Young Rascals,
Toni Rubio,
T. Rex,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Subhumans,
The Techniques,
Gabor Szabo,
The Angels of Light,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Certain Ratio,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kayak,
Gong,
Lightning Bolt,
Joe Smooth,
The Tremeloes,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric Copeland,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Leonard Cohen,
Sonic Youth,
The Gun Club,
the Sonics,
Moebius,
Make Up,
Deakin,
The Misunderstood,
The Electric Prunes,
Mr. Review,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alphaville,
Franke,
The Fuzztones,
Niagra,
Chris Corsano,
Aswad,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.