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 Colombia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the jazz 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Deadbeat,
JFA,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rekid,
a-ha,
The Victims,
Depeche Mode,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ten City,
Bush Tetras,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yaz,
Malaria!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cal Tjader,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Normal,
PIL,
The Divine Comedy,
Barrington Levy,
Brothers Johnson,
Stetsasonic,
The Monks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pagans,
CMW,
Kas Product,
The Blackbyrds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
James White and The Blacks,
The Trojans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gories,
La Düsseldorf,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lightning Bolt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barry Ungar,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Moon,
Grauzone,
Fela Kuti,
David Axelrod,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eve St. Jones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
UT,
Black Bananas,
Carl Craig,
Tomorrow,
The J.B.'s,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.