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 Brunei and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Ken Boothe to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Byron Stingily,
Arab on Radar,
Steve Hackett,
Max Romeo,
Fear,
Wasted Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Laurel Aitken,
the Germs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Newcleus,
F. McDonald,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doors,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed,
The Cowsills,
Slave,
Junior Murvin,
L. Decosne,
Lyres,
Skaos,
B.T. Express,
Siglo XX,
Iggy Pop,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Barracudas,
X-101,
Inner City,
Josef K,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Sheep,
New Order,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Evens,
Groovy Waters,
Half Japanese,
Jandek,
Roxy Music,
Joensuu 1685,
Deepchord,
Aswad,
The Moleskins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boredoms,
Magma,
Kerri Chandler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Todd Rundgren,
Howard Jones,
Roy Ayers,
The Buckinghams,
Absolute Body Control,
In Retrospect,
Sexual Harrassment,
Unwound,
Minor Threat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric B and Rakim,
Average White Band,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.