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 Pakistan and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Holger Czukay 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers 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?
Bill Near,
The Blues Magoos,
Idris Muhammad,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Excepter,
Essential Logic,
Gabor Szabo,
A Certain Ratio,
Iggy Pop,
The Leaves,
Negative Approach,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amon Düül II,
Minny Pops,
Tom Boy,
Wolf Eyes,
The Young Rascals,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Angels of Light,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amazonics,
Television,
Joensuu 1685,
Prince Buster,
Blancmange,
Terrestrial Tones,
Con Funk Shun,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
James White and The Blacks,
Rekid,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hoover,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cure,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fear,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Bourne,
Albert Ayler,
The Stooges,
Animal Collective,
U.S. Maple,
UT,
The Kinks,
Roger Hodgson,
Livin' Joy,
The Slits,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bush Tetras,
Grauzone,
Sonic Youth,
Interpol,
June of 44,
Urselle,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Monks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hashim,
Guru Guru,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.