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 Tunisia and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Amon Düül II to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Womack,
Ten City,
Suicide,
The Angels of Light,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brass Construction,
Visage,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed,
Al Stewart,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television Personalities,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lee Hazlewood,
James White and The Blacks,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rites of Spring,
The Offenders,
The Moody Blues,
Royal Trux,
Von Mondo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crooked Eye,
Grauzone,
Bill Wells,
Roy Ayers,
Suburban Knight,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donald Byrd,
Sparks,
Johnny Clarke,
Sam Rivers,
The Dead C,
The Remains,
Au Pairs,
Gregory Isaacs,
K-Klass,
MC5,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Severed Heads,
Michelle Simonal,
Tommy Roe,
Yazoo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rakim,
Letta Mbulu,
CMW,
Graham Central Station,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
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.