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 the UAE 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
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 harpsichord 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 Barrington Levy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Delta 5,
X-102,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Smoke,
MC5,
Nas,
Scientists,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dark Day,
Archie Shepp,
Babytalk,
Patti Smith,
Davy DMX,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott Heron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cymande,
Duran Duran,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grey Daturas,
the Germs,
Parry Music,
Kayak,
Ralphi Rosario,
New Order,
Spandau Ballet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
ABC,
Nirvana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Reagan Youth,
Deadbeat,
Eve St. Jones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun City Girls,
The Tremeloes,
The United States of America,
Gong,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gap Band,
Shoche,
The Grass Roots,
Stetsasonic,
Porter Ricks,
Yellowson,
Skriet,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mojo Men,
The Associates,
The Techniques,
Brass Construction,
The Blues Magoos,
Hoover,
Hashim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.