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 Macedonia and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
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 Youth Brigade to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Mars,
The Tremeloes,
Eden Ahbez,
Yusef Lateef,
The Last Poets,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anakelly,
Camberwell Now,
The Seeds,
Subhumans,
Kaleidoscope,
Marvin Gaye,
Main Source,
Siglo XX,
JFA,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy Collins,
June of 44,
The Wake,
The Skatalites,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Funkadelic,
Deadbeat,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young,
The Durutti Column,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lakeside,
Sixth Finger,
Skarface,
Lightning Bolt,
FM Einheit,
Godley & Creme,
Boogie Down Productions,
Index,
The Vogues,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blancmange,
Donald Byrd,
Kerri Chandler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fad Gadget,
Fatback Band,
Liliput,
Wings,
48th St. Collective,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Henry Cow,
Von Mondo,
Brass Construction,
Aaron Thompson,
AZ,
Severed Heads,
Kurtis Blow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Erasure,
Amon Düül II,
The Real Kids,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alton Ellis,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.