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 Sweden and from Milan.
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 Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Chrome,
Kurtis Blow,
The Red Krayola,
Depeche Mode,
kango's stein massive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Susan Cadogan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The New Christs,
Kas Product,
Pere Ubu,
The Walker Brothers,
Inner City,
Aaron Thompson,
Panda Bear,
Eric Dolphy,
The Names,
10cc,
Robert Wyatt,
Franke,
Don Cherry,
The Cramps,
Scientists,
Symarip,
The Searchers,
Flash Fearless,
Chris Corsano,
Davy DMX,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Graham Central Station,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pulsallama,
The Stooges,
Blake Baxter,
Spandau Ballet,
Neil Young,
Joyce Sims,
Crime,
June of 44,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Bar-Kays,
Hardrive,
Alice Coltrane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
E-Dancer,
Rites of Spring,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Gang Dance,
Urselle,
Simply Red,
Clear Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Michelle Simonal,
K-Klass,
One Last Wish,
The J.B.'s,
Tommy Roe,
Sparks,
Maurizio,
Funky Four + One,
Maleditus Sound,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.