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 Antigua and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Hasil Adkins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Television Personalities,
The Pop Group,
Suburban Knight,
Q and Not U,
The Last Poets,
The Remains,
Bang On A Can,
Intrusion,
Index,
DJ Style,
June Days,
Ten City,
Mo-Dettes,
Von Mondo,
Fat Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Magazine,
Popol Vuh,
This Heat,
Circle Jerks,
Pagans,
The Litter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Whodini,
DJ Sneak,
The Sonics,
Ponytail,
The Gun Club,
Section 25,
Jacques Brel,
The Index,
Inner City,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marmalade,
PIL,
Con Funk Shun,
Simply Red,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cramps,
Half Japanese,
The Electric Prunes,
The Pretty Things,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hoover,
The Grass Roots,
Rotary Connection,
D'Angelo,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Seeds,
Flipper,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.