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 United Kingdom and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the grime 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Easy Going,
Technova,
Pagans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
PIL,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sonics,
Tommy Roe,
Fela Kuti,
Oneida,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
These Immortal Souls,
Zero Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Stiv Bators,
Average White Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arcadia,
Anakelly,
Althea and Donna,
Bauhaus,
Juan Atkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Symarip,
Lalann,
Brass Construction,
Monks,
Yaz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cecil Taylor,
Barbara Tucker,
The Busters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hardrive,
Darondo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Audionom,
Black Bananas,
The Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Frankie Knuckles,
a-ha,
Gang Starr,
The Residents,
Gregory Isaacs,
Procol Harum,
Y Pants,
Scientists,
Susan Cadogan,
Bob Dylan,
Skarface,
Iggy Pop,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Johnny Clarke,
Steve Hackett,
Sparks,
Matthew Bourne,
Maleditus Sound,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.