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 Bolivia and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Michael McDonald 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 James White and The Blacks to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Audionom,
Johnny Osbourne,
Visage,
UT,
Desert Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bronski Beat,
Soft Cell,
Lucky Dragons,
The Velvet Underground,
Brothers Johnson,
The Red Krayola,
Brass Construction,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Pretty Things,
E-Dancer,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gabor Szabo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Banda Bassotti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Star Department,
Absolute Body Control,
The Seeds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yaz,
Rites of Spring,
Fela Kuti,
Slave,
Kenny Larkin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Monochrome Set,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Funky Four + One,
Buzzcocks,
Glenn Branca,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Copeland,
Boz Scaggs,
Joensuu 1685,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cluster,
Alphaville,
Young Marble Giants,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mojo Men,
Gregory Isaacs,
Average White Band,
Dual Sessions,
Yellowson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Pus,
Warsaw,
Cecil Taylor,
Mars,
Make Up,
Massinfluence,
Pylon,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.