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 Ireland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Letta Mbulu to the grime 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Supertramp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ponytail,
Cybotron,
Sex Pistols,
Public Enemy,
The Stooges,
kango's stein massive,
Royal Trux,
Dennis Brown,
Pantaleimon,
The Fuzztones,
Nirvana,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minor Threat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Letta Mbulu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Suicide,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ken Boothe,
The Toasters,
Accadde A,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric Copeland,
Magma,
Jeff Mills,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sixth Finger,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cameo,
Cymande,
Nico,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Index,
Newcleus,
The Gap Band,
Darondo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Busters,
Laurel Aitken,
D'Angelo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Remains,
The Happenings,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Moon,
Infiniti,
Barry Ungar,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scion,
The Associates,
Howard Jones,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.