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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grandmaster Flash to the crunk 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eden Ahbez,
a-ha,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hot Snakes,
OOIOO,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tres Demented,
Cheater Slicks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pierre Henry,
Cybotron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pussy Galore,
Davy DMX,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Sheep,
Pet Shop Boys,
Half Japanese,
Niagra,
Camberwell Now,
Marvin Gaye,
Mad Mike,
The Saints,
The Walker Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
The Monks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Y Pants,
Stetsasonic,
Brick,
The Litter,
Idris Muhammad,
Ken Boothe,
R.M.O.,
Deepchord,
Kerri Chandler,
Byron Stingily,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chrome,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minutemen,
Minny Pops,
Tomorrow,
The Smiths,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare,
Ice-T,
The Toasters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
K-Klass,
Dual Sessions,
Boz Scaggs,
Guru Guru,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.