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 Venezuela 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Lou Reed 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 Cameo to the crunk 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Yaz,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül II,
Rosa Yemen,
Kerri Chandler,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeff Mills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rekid,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultravox,
Johnny Clarke,
Laurel Aitken,
Ludus,
The Index,
The Selecter,
Joe Smooth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Theoretical Girls,
Tres Demented,
The Skatalites,
Faraquet,
The American Breed,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Japan,
Suburban Knight,
The Names,
The Barracudas,
Leonard Cohen,
F. McDonald,
Smog,
K-Klass,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Buzzcocks,
Groovy Waters,
Ten City,
Quantec,
Charles Mingus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yellowson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minutemen,
The Cowsills,
Spandau Ballet,
Terry Callier,
The Slits,
Barry Ungar,
Soul II Soul,
The Vogues,
Soft Cell,
the Bar-Kays,
Mars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Iggy Pop,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.