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 Taiwan and from New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Pulsallama to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fugs,
Blossom Toes,
Derrick May,
Max Romeo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lebanon Hanover,
Spandau Ballet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Cale,
Skriet,
Glenn Branca,
Bill Wells,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Mills,
Scrapy,
Silicon Teens,
T. Rex,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Reuben Wilson,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Halsall,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Make Up,
Accadde A,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare,
Matthew Bourne,
Funkadelic,
Subhumans,
the Sonics,
Joey Negro,
Clear Light,
The Star Department,
Don Cherry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barrington Levy,
Mission of Burma,
Television,
Yusef Lateef,
Groovy Waters,
Royal Trux,
Stiv Bators,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Foxx,
The Wake,
This Heat,
K-Klass,
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New Age Steppers,
Outsiders,
Gabor Szabo,
Grauzone,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.