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 Croatia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wally Richardson,
Visage,
Porter Ricks,
The Skatalites,
John Lydon,
The Angels of Light,
Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Popol Vuh,
Groovy Waters,
Deakin,
Josef K,
Ronnie Foster,
Joe Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
Black Moon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yaz,
The Count Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lindisfarne,
Kurtis Blow,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Womack,
Angry Samoans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tres Demented,
Rites of Spring,
Eurythmics,
Yellowson,
The Litter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Qualms,
Reuben Wilson,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang of Four,
Sex Pistols,
The Trojans,
Archie Shepp,
Brand Nubian,
Bang On A Can,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eve St. Jones,
The Stooges,
Khruangbin,
Joey Negro,
Faust,
The Music Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Anthony Braxton,
Joyce Sims,
The Index,
Hot Snakes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DJ Style,
Black Sheep,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Delta 5,
Procol Harum,
Blake Baxter,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.