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 Malawi and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Quantec to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Black Sheep,
Black Moon,
Audionom,
The Pretty Things,
Derrick May,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nils Olav,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Normal,
The Barracudas,
Ronnie Foster,
The Durutti Column,
Lower 48,
Basic Channel,
OOIOO,
Stereo Dub,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Last Poets,
Tim Buckley,
The Sound,
Fear,
Masters at Work,
Japan,
Talk Talk,
Brass Construction,
Eddi Front,
Freddie Wadling,
Archie Shepp,
cv313,
ABBA,
Kayak,
In Retrospect,
Arthur Verocai,
Absolute Body Control,
10cc,
Roxy Music,
CMW,
the Slits,
Black Flag,
Main Source,
Pierre Henry,
Arab on Radar,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stetsasonic,
Delta 5,
Throbbing Gristle,
Reagan Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yusef Lateef,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
K-Klass,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.