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 Guyana and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 The Doobie Brothers to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Alton Ellis,
The Moleskins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soft Cell,
Banda Bassotti,
This Heat,
Andrew Hill,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sight & Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Heaven 17,
Dennis Brown,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sonic Youth,
Simply Red,
The Doors,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Swans,
Cheater Slicks,
Cluster,
The Fire Engines,
Amazonics,
Alphaville,
Bill Near,
Barbara Tucker,
Pere Ubu,
The Skatalites,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Music Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Real Kids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Count Five,
Half Japanese,
Underground Resistance,
Rod Modell,
Lucky Dragons,
The Index,
Symarip,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Green,
Soft Machine,
The Monks,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare,
Cymande,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Newcleus,
Clear Light,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-Ray Spex,
Kurtis Blow,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Sonics,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.