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 Gambia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Albert Ayler to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Lindisfarne,
The Fortunes,
Rufus Thomas,
Lyres,
Crooked Eye,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stereo Dub,
T. Rex,
Television,
the Association,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flash Fearless,
Vladislav Delay,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Sonics,
Andrew Hill,
Little Man,
Circle Jerks,
Yazoo,
Dawn Penn,
The Pop Group,
Goldenarms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The American Breed,
Sex Pistols,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Niagra,
Eli Mardock,
Mark Hollis,
Skarface,
Derrick May,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Prunes,
June of 44,
Scott Walker,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Subhumans,
Chrome,
Funky Four + One,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sound Behaviour,
Ornette Coleman,
The Electric Prunes,
The Velvet Underground,
Glambeats Corp.,
Banda Bassotti,
Japan,
The Cowsills,
Fugazi,
Radiohead,
Soft Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Marvin Gaye,
Boogie Down Productions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
James White and The Blacks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roxy Music,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.