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 Brunei and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barrington Levy to the jazz 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
The Black Dice,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wire,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Raincoats,
Ludus,
Inner City,
The Fugs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DJ Sneak,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joensuu 1685,
Tom Boy,
Tears for Fears,
Laurel Aitken,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scan 7,
Das Ding,
PIL,
Arthur Verocai,
Althea and Donna,
Little Man,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Accadde A,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
AZ,
Pylon,
ABBA,
The Gun Club,
Hashim,
Depeche Mode,
Japan,
Gabor Szabo,
Radiohead,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fall,
Fugazi,
Todd Terry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter & Gordon,
Quando Quango,
Derrick Morgan,
Parry Music,
Soulsonic Force,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Patti Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mr. Review,
UT,
Wally Richardson,
World's Most,
R.M.O.,
Black Sheep,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crooked Eye,
Johnny Clarke,
The Selecter,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.