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 Croatia and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Robert Palmer 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 Eric Dolphy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Faraquet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bill Wells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Q and Not U,
Rakim,
World's Most,
The Toasters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dawn Penn,
Accadde A,
The Cowsills,
The Trojans,
These Immortal Souls,
John Cale,
Saccharine Trust,
The Birthday Party,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Juan Atkins,
The Dirtbombs,
Yusef Lateef,
The Index,
Suburban Knight,
Mo-Dettes,
JFA,
The Sonics,
Faust,
Jerry's Kids,
Joy Division,
the Germs,
D'Angelo,
Jandek,
Gichy Dan,
Harry Pussy,
Pantaleimon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scrapy,
Suicide,
New York Dolls,
Eurythmics,
Lindisfarne,
China Crisis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nas,
The Move,
The Associates,
The Divine Comedy,
Easy Going,
The Slits,
The Fortunes,
DNA,
Kayak,
Schoolly D,
Cymande,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare,
Essential Logic,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.