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 Spain and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dawn Penn to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fugazi,
Eric Dolphy,
Aswad,
Procol Harum,
Quando Quango,
Wolf Eyes,
KRS-One,
Arab on Radar,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deadbeat,
Al Stewart,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rufus Thomas,
Barrington Levy,
Talk Talk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra,
The Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
Japan,
Loose Ends,
Wasted Youth,
Nirvana,
Joyce Sims,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Zapp,
Sandy B,
Youth Brigade,
Black Pus,
Niagra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Josef K,
Crooked Eye,
Peter & Gordon,
David Axelrod,
Boogie Down Productions,
China Crisis,
Excepter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scrapy,
Prince Buster,
The Mojo Men,
Rekid,
Jacob Miller,
Aloha Tigers,
The Velvet Underground,
Aaron Thompson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Accadde A,
Sam Rivers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gichy Dan,
Depeche Mode,
The Fuzztones,
The Offenders,
The Slits,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.