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 Burkina and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 The Dead C to the grime 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Names,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Half Japanese,
Aloha Tigers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Echospace,
Eric B and Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
ABBA,
Panda Bear,
Brand Nubian,
Banda Bassotti,
Marmalade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Young Rascals,
Mo-Dettes,
Stereo Dub,
the Normal,
The Litter,
The Monochrome Set,
Grauzone,
Camouflage,
The Moleskins,
kango's stein massive,
The Martian,
Popol Vuh,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chrome,
Television,
Pagans,
D'Angelo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Das Ding,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wire,
John Foxx,
The Gories,
Bauhaus,
The Gap Band,
Barrington Levy,
World's Most,
Lungfish,
Wolf Eyes,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Monks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Make Up,
The Barracudas,
Liliput,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Modern Lovers,
Nick Fraelich,
Sound Behaviour,
Gabor Szabo,
R.M.O.,
Lalann,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.