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 Suriname 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Susan Cadogan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
The Blackbyrds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cluster,
Adolescents,
T. Rex,
The Mighty Diamonds,
EPMD,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Litter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Freddie Wadling,
China Crisis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
The Monochrome Set,
Cybotron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reuben Wilson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Names,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tomorrow,
Animal Collective,
Banda Bassotti,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Terry Callier,
Silicon Teens,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sound,
Excepter,
The Selecter,
Pierre Henry,
Public Enemy,
Popol Vuh,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television,
The Seeds,
Scientists,
Underground Resistance,
Sam Rivers,
Arthur Verocai,
Eli Mardock,
Dark Day,
The Happenings,
Sound Behaviour,
The Saints,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jawbox,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Groovy Waters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Intrusion,
Khruangbin,
Bush Tetras,
Aaron Thompson,
The J.B.'s,
June of 44,
Suicide,
Boz Scaggs,
Angry Samoans,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.