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 Bahamas and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Michael McDonald 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 Peter and Kerry to the rap 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
The Offenders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Görl,
Porter Ricks,
Hasil Adkins,
World's Most,
Chrome,
Jawbox,
Chris & Cosey,
The Slackers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grey Daturas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moby Grape,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yellowson,
The Grass Roots,
Joy Division,
Ornette Coleman,
The Pretty Things,
Oblivians,
Deadbeat,
The Golliwogs,
Nico,
Jeff Mills,
Aaron Thompson,
Ten City,
Monolake,
Magma,
Kas Product,
Circle Jerks,
Eli Mardock,
The Fortunes,
Eddi Front,
Gong,
Bill Near,
Dorothy Ashby,
James White and The Blacks,
New Order,
Man Parrish,
Marc Almond,
the Human League,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Evens,
Franke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy Collins,
Shoche,
Gichy Dan,
cv313,
The American Breed,
Suburban Knight,
Donald Byrd,
Nirvana,
Letta Mbulu,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.