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 Bulgaria 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Echospace to the electroclash 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Parry Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
Qualms,
The Mojo Men,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hasil Adkins,
Excepter,
Colin Newman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brass Construction,
Byron Stingily,
The Happenings,
Robert Hood,
Neu!,
Malaria!,
The Star Department,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sound Behaviour,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Byrd,
Procol Harum,
Joyce Sims,
Andrew Hill,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Golliwogs,
Lakeside,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dawn Penn,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Birthday Party,
Marcia Griffiths,
Severed Heads,
The Fortunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Dennis Brown,
Mars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Blackbyrds,
Amon Düül,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare,
Kaleidoscope,
Brick,
Black Flag,
New Age Steppers,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Skatalites,
The Misunderstood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scion,
Ronnie Foster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cameo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
UT,
The Moleskins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.