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 Macedonia and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 This Heat 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Cymande,
Newcleus,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boz Scaggs,
Bush Tetras,
The Golliwogs,
The Associates,
The Beau Brummels,
Urselle,
Mr. Review,
FM Einheit,
Unwound,
Bang On A Can,
Sun Ra,
Roxette,
DNA,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Wells,
Joy Division,
Al Stewart,
The Real Kids,
Lou Christie,
Aaron Thompson,
Duran Duran,
Visage,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-101,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yaz,
The Move,
Pantytec,
Minnie Riperton,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed,
Theoretical Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Funky Four + One,
Pagans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Trojans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Halsall,
Slick Rick,
Joey Negro,
Royal Trux,
The Blackbyrds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Agent Orange,
One Last Wish,
Intrusion,
Aswad,
John Lydon,
Cameo,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Bananas,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.