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 Mauritius and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Eurythmics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pussy Galore,
Don Cherry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nico,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arthur Verocai,
Zero Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rakim,
the Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
Talk Talk,
June of 44,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Golliwogs,
Hardrive,
Little Man,
Popol Vuh,
B.T. Express,
Average White Band,
Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
Visage,
Aswad,
Joe Smooth,
Jandek,
The Fire Engines,
The Wake,
Marvin Gaye,
Sex Pistols,
Yusef Lateef,
Crime,
Rites of Spring,
Letta Mbulu,
The Selecter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pop Group,
The Barracudas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sugar Minott,
The Dead C,
Donald Byrd,
The Moody Blues,
Heaven 17,
Ultra Naté,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fuzztones,
Graham Central Station,
Y Pants,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun Ra,
Cameo,
The Cure,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Smiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Liliput,
Sun City Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.