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 Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the jazz 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Five Americans,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Birthday Party,
Make Up,
Thompson Twins,
Main Source,
Henry Cow,
Joy Division,
Subhumans,
Quando Quango,
The Pop Group,
Fluxion,
The Tremeloes,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donny Hathaway,
Khruangbin,
Simply Red,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jandek,
Thee Headcoats,
Dead Boys,
Bauhaus,
Gang of Four,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mantronix,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flash Fearless,
Quantec,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Technova,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fortunes,
Cluster,
Lakeside,
Roxy Music,
The Monks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
T. Rex,
Ultimate Spinach,
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Terry,
Scientists,
Fat Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masters at Work,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pagans,
Don Cherry,
The New Christs,
The Golliwogs,
Audionom,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.