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 Uruguay and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Faraquet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Aswad,
Unwound,
The Stooges,
The Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang On A Can,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angry Samoans,
Howard Jones,
Tom Boy,
ABC,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Seeds,
Young Marble Giants,
Mission of Burma,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Erasure,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Moon,
Gabor Szabo,
Drexciya,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amazonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alphaville,
Carl Craig,
Lalann,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boredoms,
Mo-Dettes,
Grey Daturas,
Groovy Waters,
The Vogues,
Donny Hathaway,
Graham Central Station,
Eric B and Rakim,
T. Rex,
Suburban Knight,
Spoonie Gee,
The Misunderstood,
Bill Wells,
Lucky Dragons,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kerri Chandler,
KRS-One,
Aural Exciters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Residents,
John Lydon,
Zapp,
Gang Green,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.