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 Liechtenstein and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Jakarta and Taipei.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Lucky Dragons,
June of 44,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scratch Acid,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rufus Thomas,
Pole,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cure,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed,
Severed Heads,
Tim Buckley,
The Five Americans,
48th St. Collective,
Ultimate Spinach,
Delon & Dalcan,
Outsiders,
Alice Coltrane,
Jacques Brel,
The Residents,
Bobby Womack,
Second Layer,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultravox,
Marvin Gaye,
Graham Central Station,
Saccharine Trust,
Masters at Work,
Spandau Ballet,
The Kinks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Faraquet,
Model 500,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Funkadelic,
Silicon Teens,
Agent Orange,
Barrington Levy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minor Threat,
The Red Krayola,
Jeff Mills,
Thompson Twins,
The Monochrome Set,
The Buckinghams,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Schoolly D,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Index,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Neon Judgement,
R.M.O.,
The Remains,
John Holt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.