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 Singapore and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Los Fastidios to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fuzztones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eddi Front,
Godley & Creme,
Minutemen,
Joe Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ludus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Talk Talk,
Fugazi,
Ituana,
Model 500,
Marc Almond,
Ronnie Foster,
The Leaves,
Peter & Gordon,
Motorama,
The Detroit Cobras,
Excepter,
David McCallum,
Rod Modell,
The Star Department,
Lou Christie,
Black Pus,
Trumans Water,
Massinfluence,
DNA,
Faraquet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Happenings,
The Grass Roots,
Steve Hackett,
Alton Ellis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Tremeloes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Desert Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lungfish,
Harmonia,
Jerry Gold Smith,
CMW,
Symarip,
The Doors,
Moebius,
Robert Görl,
Pagans,
Kayak,
Qualms,
Blancmange,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Buzzcocks,
Depeche Mode,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.