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 Bhutan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the dance 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gong,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Television Personalities,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Icehouse,
Sister Nancy,
Stetsasonic,
Godley & Creme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eurythmics,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Zeros,
Max Romeo,
Bootsy Collins,
X-102,
Arcadia,
Lindisfarne,
The Skatalites,
Black Moon,
Joensuu 1685,
Shuggie Otis,
Silicon Teens,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Prince Buster,
Skarface,
The Names,
ABBA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Franke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
PIL,
Gang Starr,
The Index,
Robert Wyatt,
Johnny Clarke,
The Misunderstood,
Man Eating Sloth,
This Heat,
The Five Americans,
MC5,
Trumans Water,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aaron Thompson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cluster,
Iggy Pop,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harmonia,
Todd Rundgren,
Dark Day,
Boz Scaggs,
Can,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Qualms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang of Four,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.