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 Turkmenistan and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Parry Music,
Hasil Adkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Star Department,
The Fugs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fire Engines,
Juan Atkins,
The Standells,
Eve St. Jones,
D'Angelo,
The Fall,
Das Ding,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lyres,
Deadbeat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Zapp,
B.T. Express,
Bang On A Can,
Stetsasonic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amon Düül,
Arcadia,
Sandy B,
Bad Manners,
This Heat,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Osbourne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blake Baxter,
Monolake,
Ossler,
The Wake,
The Zeros,
The Music Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kenny Larkin,
Cybotron,
Lucky Dragons,
Massinfluence,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quando Quango,
Aural Exciters,
Kurtis Blow,
Faraquet,
Talk Talk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Tremeloes,
Animal Collective,
Surgeon,
Blossom Toes,
Lindisfarne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Archie Shepp,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.