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 Guinea-Bissau and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Lakeside to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Kaleidoscope,
The Angels of Light,
Sun City Girls,
Niagra,
Robert Hood,
Alphaville,
Rosa Yemen,
Massinfluence,
Eve St. Jones,
Livin' Joy,
Terry Callier,
Isaac Hayes,
Stereo Dub,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yusef Lateef,
The Invisible,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eurythmics,
Scientists,
Black Bananas,
Zapp,
Brothers Johnson,
Pierre Henry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Main Source,
Patti Smith,
Jacques Brel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Outsiders,
Neil Young,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yellowson,
Mark Hollis,
Ossler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ken Boothe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Siglo XX,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Doors,
Pagans,
Accadde A,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Agent Orange,
Minor Threat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Trumans Water,
Quando Quango,
Audionom,
Khruangbin,
Oblivians,
Danielle Patucci,
Carl Craig,
Parry Music,
MDC,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.