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 Zambia 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Blake Baxter to the techno 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Mars,
Shoche,
LL Cool J,
Iggy Pop,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Grass Roots,
Monolake,
PIL,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thompson Twins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rites of Spring,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
KRS-One,
R.M.O.,
Clear Light,
Fluxion,
Pylon,
Sam Rivers,
Harmonia,
the Normal,
Excepter,
Babytalk,
Albert Ayler,
Loose Ends,
Interpol,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare,
Parry Music,
X-101,
Nirvana,
a-ha,
Ossler,
The Red Krayola,
Fugazi,
Erasure,
Joy Division,
Minutemen,
MC5,
Tomorrow,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
James White and The Blacks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
June Days,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joe Smooth,
Siglo XX,
The Sonics,
Derrick May,
Al Stewart,
Nas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
T.S.O.L.,
Symarip,
Marine Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.