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 Sri Lanka and from London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 R.M.O. to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fat Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Eli Mardock,
Technova,
Brass Construction,
Alphaville,
Warsaw,
Nas,
New Age Steppers,
Maleditus Sound,
Ohio Players,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Womack,
Los Fastidios,
Siglo XX,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soulsonic Force,
Joy Division,
Outsiders,
These Immortal Souls,
Faraquet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy Collins,
DJ Sneak,
Yusef Lateef,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amon Düül,
Agitation Free,
The Toasters,
Cluster,
Stereo Dub,
Arab on Radar,
The Slackers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sandy B,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fire Engines,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Schoolly D,
The Black Dice,
Anakelly,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yellowson,
La Düsseldorf,
Boz Scaggs,
Buzzcocks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bluetip,
Sister Nancy,
Mr. Review,
Sparks,
Can,
Cal Tjader,
Camberwell Now,
Rakim,
X-101,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.