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 South Sudan and from London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Junior Murvin to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Wyatt,
Eurythmics,
The Kinks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New Age Steppers,
Marvin Gaye,
The Grass Roots,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joey Negro,
Gabor Szabo,
Radio Birdman,
Jeff Mills,
MDC,
Eddi Front,
Boogie Down Productions,
Monolake,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Move,
Delta 5,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Inner City,
The Gories,
World's Most,
Section 25,
ABC,
Q and Not U,
Anthony Braxton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blancmange,
Saccharine Trust,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Model 500,
The Pop Group,
The Barracudas,
CMW,
Unrelated Segments,
Soft Machine,
David McCallum,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Remains,
Joe Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
La Düsseldorf,
Ossler,
Parry Music,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roxy Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter and Kerry,
Thompson Twins,
Maleditus Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Althea and Donna,
Agitation Free,
Kenny Larkin,
Swans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Das Ding,
Sight & Sound,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.