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 St Lucia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Skatalites to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Görl,
Hashim,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Byrd,
Duran Duran,
The Selecter,
Lalann,
The Electric Prunes,
Wasted Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Leonard Cohen,
Gabor Szabo,
Carl Craig,
The Monochrome Set,
Mo-Dettes,
Althea and Donna,
The Fire Engines,
Black Pus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nils Olav,
The Red Krayola,
Juan Atkins,
Youth Brigade,
The Doors,
Barclay James Harvest,
Reuben Wilson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bill Wells,
The Sonics,
Sparks,
Yusef Lateef,
The Real Kids,
Shoche,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun Ra,
Funky Four + One,
Girls At Our Best!,
48th St. Collective,
The Dead C,
Don Cherry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Zapp,
cv313,
Deepchord,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Khruangbin,
Cheater Slicks,
The Invisible,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Procol Harum,
Boredoms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.