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 Zambia and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the funk 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Warren Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
48th St. Collective,
Spandau Ballet,
Brass Construction,
Faraquet,
Khruangbin,
Icehouse,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Flag,
LL Cool J,
the Soft Cell,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sarah Menescal,
Goldenarms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gories,
Second Layer,
Skriet,
Absolute Body Control,
Alice Coltrane,
Tres Demented,
Bronski Beat,
the Human League,
Soft Machine,
Basic Channel,
John Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
Gang of Four,
Soft Cell,
The Toasters,
Vainqueur,
Kurtis Blow,
Metal Thangz,
Roy Ayers,
KRS-One,
Fad Gadget,
The Associates,
Television Personalities,
Mandrill,
D'Angelo,
John Holt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yaz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
In Retrospect,
Ken Boothe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Malaria!,
Infiniti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Hood,
Suburban Knight,
Albert Ayler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pylon,
Morten Harket,
Zero Boys,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.