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 Serbia and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
The Names,
Graham Central Station,
LL Cool J,
Eve St. Jones,
DJ Style,
Minnie Riperton,
Motorama,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
cv313,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Funkadelic,
The Star Department,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Organ,
The Seeds,
Oblivians,
The United States of America,
Agent Orange,
Flamin' Groovies,
Matthew Bourne,
Easy Going,
Fela Kuti,
Swans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soul II Soul,
Eddi Front,
Nick Fraelich,
Roger Hodgson,
Little Man,
Jacques Brel,
Main Source,
One Last Wish,
Cymande,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blues Magoos,
Monolake,
David Axelrod,
Sparks,
Unwound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grauzone,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Make Up,
Suburban Knight,
Smog,
Donny Hathaway,
Inner City,
Au Pairs,
The Fuzztones,
Ten City,
Kerri Chandler,
Quadrant,
Roxette,
Thompson Twins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Iggy Pop,
Eric Dolphy,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.