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 Cameroon and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Dual Sessions 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
The Happenings,
The Music Machine,
Lyres,
The J.B.'s,
Magma,
X-Ray Spex,
Jerry's Kids,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Surgeon,
Davy DMX,
Basic Channel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Carl Craig,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Idris Muhammad,
Malaria!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Pus,
The Names,
Cluster,
Scrapy,
Don Cherry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Raincoats,
Leonard Cohen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Faraquet,
Moebius,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Johnny Osbourne,
Monolake,
Parry Music,
Darondo,
Boredoms,
Mandrill,
Ultimate Spinach,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Gang Dance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Franke,
Tom Boy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Inner City,
Kayak,
The Smiths,
Harmonia,
Subhumans,
The Monochrome Set,
Joy Division,
Joyce Sims,
Stereo Dub,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.