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 Korea South and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Fatback Band to the crunk 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Holt,
Fela Kuti,
Porter Ricks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bizarre Inc.,
cv313,
The Moody Blues,
Sun Ra,
Sister Nancy,
Joensuu 1685,
Bush Tetras,
The Red Krayola,
The Stooges,
Joy Division,
The United States of America,
World's Most,
Yusef Lateef,
F. McDonald,
Bluetip,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ituana,
The Dirtbombs,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott Heron,
James White and The Blacks,
Zapp,
Blossom Toes,
Ultravox,
Albert Ayler,
The Searchers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Standells,
Monks,
The Golliwogs,
Swell Maps,
Unwound,
The Barracudas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Lydon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed,
Popol Vuh,
The Offenders,
Franke,
The Count Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Aural Exciters,
Hashim,
Mantronix,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deadbeat,
The Vogues,
Joey Negro,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bootsy Collins,
Brand Nubian,
Dead Boys,
Anakelly,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.