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 Gabon and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Fania All-Stars to the crunk 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Jacques Brel,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Five Americans,
David McCallum,
Darondo,
Adolescents,
Andrew Hill,
Nick Fraelich,
Wolf Eyes,
Neu!,
Lakeside,
Khruangbin,
Black Pus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
This Heat,
Y Pants,
Scan 7,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ohio Players,
Alphaville,
Don Cherry,
10cc,
Slick Rick,
The Techniques,
The Offenders,
DJ Sneak,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Half Japanese,
Junior Murvin,
Piero Umiliani,
Todd Terry,
Public Enemy,
Eddi Front,
Tubeway Army,
Angry Samoans,
Steve Hackett,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sonic Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fall,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kenny Larkin,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Saints,
The Black Dice,
Basic Channel,
E-Dancer,
The Associates,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ronan,
Excepter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Golliwogs,
China Crisis,
Cameo,
Traffic Nightmare,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cramps,
Faraquet,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.