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 Kyrgyzstan and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 The Angels of Light to the jazz 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
The Smiths,
Tears for Fears,
Minnie Riperton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Blackbyrds,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gun Club,
Crispy Ambulance,
Urselle,
Hasil Adkins,
Amon Düül,
Sam Rivers,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Lydon,
Popol Vuh,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ten City,
Todd Terry,
Roxy Music,
Cybotron,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Youth Brigade,
The Vogues,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Happenings,
Gang of Four,
Terry Callier,
X-Ray Spex,
The Seeds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radio Birdman,
Technova,
Spandau Ballet,
Joyce Sims,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kas Product,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Warsaw,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rufus Thomas,
Angry Samoans,
Sixth Finger,
Quantec,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chris & Cosey,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Bar-Kays,
the Association,
Absolute Body Control,
Saccharine Trust,
Quando Quango,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.