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 Djibouti and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Simply Red to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Newcleus,
Youth Brigade,
Aloha Tigers,
Charles Mingus,
Eve St. Jones,
Ossler,
Mr. Review,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fire Engines,
Brick,
T. Rex,
Brothers Johnson,
Dennis Brown,
Kevin Saunderson,
Josef K,
John Coltrane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fatback Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joey Negro,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alton Ellis,
Matthew Halsall,
The Searchers,
Unwound,
Avey Tare,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dual Sessions,
Brand Nubian,
Crooked Eye,
Jawbox,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ronan,
B.T. Express,
Darondo,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Finger,
Zapp,
Nils Olav,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dead Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Juan Atkins,
Essential Logic,
Glambeats Corp.,
UT,
Godley & Creme,
David Axelrod,
Smog,
Laurel Aitken,
Section 25,
Amon Düül II,
Pagans,
Nas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neu!,
the Sonics,
EPMD,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.