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 St Lucia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
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 marimba 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 Sandy B to the disco 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cybotron,
The Pop Group,
Bluetip,
Anthony Braxton,
The Real Kids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rakim,
Harmonia,
Quantec,
Eddi Front,
Junior Murvin,
Can,
The Birthday Party,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ohio Players,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thee Headcoats,
Bootsy Collins,
the Sonics,
The Fall,
Lou Reed,
Patti Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sight & Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Man Eating Sloth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Fugazi,
Morten Harket,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soft Cell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Echospace,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roxette,
Michelle Simonal,
The Blackbyrds,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anakelly,
Procol Harum,
Rosa Yemen,
Chris & Cosey,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aswad,
Marine Girls,
The Techniques,
Symarip,
Steve Hackett,
the Normal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brand Nubian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
World's Most,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.