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 Kiribati and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 The Slits to the rap 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
David McCallum,
This Heat,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sam Rivers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minny Pops,
Excepter,
PIL,
Donny Hathaway,
New York Dolls,
The Divine Comedy,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cramps,
The Associates,
Leonard Cohen,
Fear,
Television,
DJ Sneak,
Deadbeat,
The Toasters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
The Mojo Men,
H. Thieme,
The Vogues,
Visage,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
OOIOO,
Matthew Bourne,
Pantytec,
The Misunderstood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Trumans Water,
Malaria!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dawn Penn,
The Fire Engines,
Minutemen,
Arthur Verocai,
Davy DMX,
Juan Atkins,
Q65,
John Lydon,
DJ Style,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ohio Players,
The Fuzztones,
Tubeway Army,
Isaac Hayes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mark Hollis,
Stetsasonic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.