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 Dominican Republic and from London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 crunk 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
The Invisible,
Sight & Sound,
Fugazi,
The Smoke,
Cybotron,
Subhumans,
Charles Mingus,
Rites of Spring,
Alice Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
Skriet,
Ronan,
Marvin Gaye,
MDC,
Mantronix,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Electric Prunes,
Mo-Dettes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tom Boy,
World's Most,
In Retrospect,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hasil Adkins,
Quantec,
Chris Corsano,
Dennis Brown,
Yellowson,
Shoche,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Raincoats,
Public Enemy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tim Buckley,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New York Dolls,
Arab on Radar,
Slick Rick,
Hoover,
The Beau Brummels,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
D'Angelo,
Chrome,
Minutemen,
DJ Sneak,
Scientists,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Green,
Grauzone,
Crooked Eye,
Magazine,
Jeff Lynne,
Marine Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Donny Hathaway,
Slave,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.