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 Ukraine and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Radiopuhelimet to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cluster,
Quadrant,
Don Cherry,
Hashim,
ABBA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Monks,
The Sonics,
Lower 48,
Intrusion,
Popol Vuh,
Hot Snakes,
The Gories,
Charles Mingus,
Tom Boy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Negative Approach,
The Barracudas,
New Order,
Joey Negro,
Sun Ra,
Aloha Tigers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harmonia,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sam Rivers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yellowson,
Janne Schatter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Von Mondo,
The Blues Magoos,
The Skatalites,
Radiohead,
Black Bananas,
Pantaleimon,
T.S.O.L.,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Accadde A,
Todd Rundgren,
The Last Poets,
Infiniti,
The Index,
Quando Quango,
Eric B and Rakim,
Drexciya,
Man Eating Sloth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jerry's Kids,
The Electric Prunes,
Zapp,
Warren Ellis,
Newcleus,
Oblivians,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Can,
Lou Christie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mad Mike,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.