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 Turkmenistan and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Television Personalities to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Prince Buster,
The Associates,
The Mummies,
Fat Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
LL Cool J,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Görl,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Foxx,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moss Icon,
Mad Mike,
Faust,
Symarip,
Chrome,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Womack,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Section 25,
The Saints,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tom Boy,
Althea and Donna,
The Divine Comedy,
Don Cherry,
The Star Department,
Kaleidoscope,
Fela Kuti,
Urselle,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Bananas,
Khruangbin,
Lyres,
The Zeros,
The Index,
Rekid,
The Names,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magazine,
Flamin' Groovies,
In Retrospect,
Patti Smith,
Guru Guru,
L. Decosne,
The United States of America,
The Pretty Things,
Archie Shepp,
Funkadelic,
a-ha,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crooked Eye,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.