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 Bahamas and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Coltrane to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Rosa Yemen,
Heaven 17,
Ralphi Rosario,
Faust,
Rapeman,
The Real Kids,
The Mummies,
Nils Olav,
Excepter,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sound,
Whodini,
UT,
Bluetip,
Big Daddy Kane,
Faraquet,
The Raincoats,
Dark Day,
Cymande,
Schoolly D,
Tubeway Army,
Funky Four + One,
Don Cherry,
Eric Dolphy,
New York Dolls,
The Beau Brummels,
Au Pairs,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Warsaw,
Soft Machine,
The Monks,
Moby Grape,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Howard Jones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minny Pops,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fatback Band,
Newcleus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crash Course in Science,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eve St. Jones,
Glenn Branca,
AZ,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alton Ellis,
Black Flag,
The Index,
Minor Threat,
Subhumans,
the Sonics,
The Litter,
The Residents,
Basic Channel,
Jandek,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.