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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bluetip to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Ronan,
Sun Ra,
Pantaleimon,
R.M.O.,
The Gories,
The Smoke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-102,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Green,
Dead Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Heaven 17,
Hardrive,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Sherman,
Tears for Fears,
Chris Corsano,
Sex Pistols,
Oblivians,
Alton Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
The Searchers,
Pussy Galore,
Joey Negro,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skarface,
Subhumans,
Lee Hazlewood,
PIL,
Marc Almond,
John Holt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Faust,
Panda Bear,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Sonic Youth,
Amazonics,
David McCallum,
The Stooges,
Mars,
Graham Central Station,
The Mojo Men,
Siglo XX,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Easy Going,
Guru Guru,
Todd Rundgren,
Lucky Dragons,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cure,
EPMD,
Delta 5,
Bang On A Can,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.