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 Ivory Coast and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Kerri Chandler to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Procol Harum,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Silicon Teens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fall,
Tubeway Army,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Essential Logic,
T. Rex,
Drive Like Jehu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Donald Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yazoo,
Godley & Creme,
Dual Sessions,
Lightning Bolt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cluster,
Eric B and Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cecil Taylor,
Connie Case,
Bluetip,
Mars,
Idris Muhammad,
Steve Hackett,
Average White Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Desert Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pylon,
Howard Jones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
Fela Kuti,
Todd Terry,
The Names,
The Martian,
Gong,
Black Pus,
Lalann,
Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
Nirvana,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Anthony Braxton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moebius,
Sun City Girls,
The Stooges,
Panda Bear,
Rod Modell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
These Immortal Souls,
Hasil Adkins,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.