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 Panama and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kurtis Blow to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Ponytail,
New York Dolls,
Procol Harum,
Oblivians,
Kaleidoscope,
Franke,
Joensuu 1685,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bush Tetras,
Unrelated Segments,
Pulsallama,
Crooked Eye,
the Germs,
Warren Ellis,
Thee Headcoats,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
The Last Poets,
Radiopuhelimet,
Los Fastidios,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moss Icon,
World's Most,
The Music Machine,
Connie Case,
Peter and Kerry,
Al Stewart,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eve St. Jones,
Blake Baxter,
Flipper,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Susan Cadogan,
John Lydon,
Toni Rubio,
In Retrospect,
The Fugs,
The Standells,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sam Rivers,
Lindisfarne,
Slave,
the Association,
Vladislav Delay,
The Trojans,
The Cure,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stiv Bators,
Interpol,
Rakim,
Danielle Patucci,
Panda Bear,
Buzzcocks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bang On A Can,
Delta 5,
Laurel Aitken,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.