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 Nepal and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hot Snakes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes 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 funk 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Traffic Nightmare,
Swans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Anthony Braxton,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wasted Youth,
Deadbeat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dirtbombs,
Fad Gadget,
Monks,
Jacques Brel,
Ultravox,
Essential Logic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kurtis Blow,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Misunderstood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Au Pairs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Beau Brummels,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flipper,
Judy Mowatt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Royal Trux,
FM Einheit,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joe Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
Marine Girls,
UT,
Pulsallama,
Yaz,
Buzzcocks,
Morten Harket,
The Flesh Eaters,
Man Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter & Gordon,
Absolute Body Control,
The Residents,
Whodini,
Dawn Penn,
Electric Prunes,
The Young Rascals,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.