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 Eritrea and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Womack to the electroclash 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
The Walker Brothers,
The Toasters,
Warsaw,
Cybotron,
Toni Rubio,
Youth Brigade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Agitation Free,
Gang Starr,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kas Product,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Monochrome Set,
Colin Newman,
Harmonia,
the Slits,
The Five Americans,
Howard Jones,
Moebius,
Oneida,
The Beau Brummels,
OOIOO,
The Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
Ituana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Copeland,
Pantytec,
The Angels of Light,
The Electric Prunes,
Don Cherry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Hill,
Arthur Verocai,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Angry Samoans,
The Trojans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Unrelated Segments,
The Selecter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
A Certain Ratio,
Kevin Saunderson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Iggy Pop,
Derrick May,
The Skatalites,
Masters at Work,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gichy Dan,
Anakelly,
Marc Almond,
Prince Buster,
Y Pants,
Altered Images,
Sarah Menescal,
Eve St. Jones,
Whodini,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.