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 Finland and from Lyon.
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 Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Roxette to the dance 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Clear Light,
Prince Buster,
Sun City Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Make Up,
Visage,
Joey Negro,
The Music Machine,
Lungfish,
Fatback Band,
The Gun Club,
Robert Hood,
MC5,
The Misunderstood,
Iggy Pop,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed,
Newcleus,
Sällskapet,
Soul II Soul,
The Associates,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Residents,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fear,
The Leaves,
X-Ray Spex,
Marmalade,
Tomorrow,
T. Rex,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
JFA,
Essential Logic,
Tres Demented,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Smiths,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Archie Shepp,
Eden Ahbez,
Malaria!,
Alton Ellis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Byron Stingily,
Roxy Music,
Eve St. Jones,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare,
Brothers Johnson,
Zapp,
The Victims,
Can,
The Move,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Litter,
Fad Gadget,
The Knickerbockers,
Funky Four + One,
Joyce Sims,
Maleditus Sound,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.