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 Cape Verde and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gun Club,
The Last Poets,
The New Christs,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warren Ellis,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kurtis Blow,
Radiohead,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Grass Roots,
Liliput,
Slave,
Soul Sonic Force,
Reagan Youth,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mummies,
Pole,
The Tremeloes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Cell,
Franke,
Little Man,
Flipper,
X-101,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mr. Review,
Zapp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Subhumans,
The Offenders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jandek,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fall,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Pretty Things,
Black Flag,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Todd Rundgren,
Deadbeat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sixth Finger,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Wyatt,
Deakin,
Aswad,
Byron Stingily,
Roxy Music,
F. McDonald,
Dennis Brown,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.