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 Syria and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Brothers Johnson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
Tubeway Army,
Darondo,
Erykah Badu,
Technova,
MDC,
LL Cool J,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soul II Soul,
Blake Baxter,
Idris Muhammad,
Lakeside,
David Axelrod,
The Selecter,
Porter Ricks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deakin,
Skaos,
Marc Almond,
Man Parrish,
Lalo Schifrin,
DJ Style,
Jacob Miller,
Electric Prunes,
Scratch Acid,
Essential Logic,
Sparks,
Minor Threat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Soft Cell,
The J.B.'s,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tears for Fears,
The Beau Brummels,
Ken Boothe,
B.T. Express,
Soulsonic Force,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soft Machine,
Metal Thangz,
D'Angelo,
Monolake,
Jerry's Kids,
Cymande,
Joey Negro,
Joe Finger,
cv313,
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.