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 Belgium and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Black Dice to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camouflage,
Television Personalities,
Pussy Galore,
Warren Ellis,
ABC,
Fluxion,
Little Man,
The Five Americans,
The Misunderstood,
The Martian,
Laurel Aitken,
The Tremeloes,
Symarip,
Mandrill,
Howard Jones,
Fela Kuti,
The Skatalites,
Cybotron,
Roger Hodgson,
John Cale,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neu!,
CMW,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minutemen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cowsills,
Porter Ricks,
Mars,
Juan Atkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Accadde A,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Velvet Underground,
David McCallum,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heaven 17,
Lungfish,
Moebius,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
PIL,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Selecter,
Severed Heads,
Man Parrish,
Skarface,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Wyatt,
Ludus,
Cymande,
Donald Byrd,
The Smiths,
MC5,
Ronnie Foster,
Khruangbin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yusef Lateef,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.