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 El Salvador and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the grunge 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
The Blues Magoos,
Steve Hackett,
Public Enemy,
the Association,
The Evens,
Josef K,
Icehouse,
Carl Craig,
The Five Americans,
Ultravox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fluxion,
James White and The Blacks,
Mars,
The Sonics,
cv313,
Danielle Patucci,
Half Japanese,
Excepter,
Siglo XX,
Kurtis Blow,
Juan Atkins,
Marc Almond,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Wake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Severed Heads,
Amazonics,
Godley & Creme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deadbeat,
Scion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mandrill,
The Toasters,
Jeru the Damaja,
MC5,
John Cale,
Grauzone,
Minutemen,
Neu!,
Amon Düül II,
Jacques Brel,
Boz Scaggs,
Alice Coltrane,
Average White Band,
Althea and Donna,
Al Stewart,
Sound Behaviour,
Oblivians,
Easy Going,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Bananas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Hasil Adkins,
Maleditus Sound,
Ice-T,
Accadde A,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.