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 Turkmenistan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bootsy Collins to the punk 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Warsaw,
Essential Logic,
Jandek,
Minny Pops,
Kurtis Blow,
Tom Boy,
The New Christs,
Ultra Naté,
Audionom,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Supertramp,
Los Fastidios,
Scientists,
Archie Shepp,
The Slackers,
Arab on Radar,
Darondo,
The Busters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Wake,
Johnny Clarke,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Saccharine Trust,
Roger Hodgson,
Monolake,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crooked Eye,
Average White Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Niagra,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Green,
Cybotron,
Skaos,
Babytalk,
Bronski Beat,
The Last Poets,
Eddi Front,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
LL Cool J,
David McCallum,
Blancmange,
Robert Hood,
JFA,
UT,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jawbox,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Blackbyrds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
China Crisis,
Infiniti,
Piero Umiliani,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thompson Twins,
The Offenders,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.