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 Kenya and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Maurizio to the disco 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Lalo Schifrin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun City Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Görl,
Reuben Wilson,
The Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Monolake,
Jacob Miller,
The Invisible,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Skatalites,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Drexciya,
The Fuzztones,
Hashim,
Sex Pistols,
cv313,
The Martian,
Dawn Penn,
Livin' Joy,
Mantronix,
Howard Jones,
Kayak,
Toni Rubio,
The Cure,
Yaz,
Sight & Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Beau Brummels,
the Association,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lower 48,
Massinfluence,
Fear,
Man Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Holt,
The Durutti Column,
FM Einheit,
Scratch Acid,
The Golliwogs,
A Certain Ratio,
Eden Ahbez,
The American Breed,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
ABBA,
Swans,
Adolescents,
Aural Exciters,
Funkadelic,
The Fortunes,
The Happenings,
Curtis Mayfield,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rufus Thomas,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.