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 Namibia and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Funky Four + One to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Mo-Dettes,
Pantaleimon,
New Order,
Can,
June Days,
Nico,
The Saints,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul II Soul,
Erasure,
Shoche,
The Wake,
Television Personalities,
Skarface,
Amon Düül,
Theoretical Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Guru Guru,
Inner City,
Agitation Free,
Donald Byrd,
Spoonie Gee,
Half Japanese,
Brick,
Joe Finger,
Moebius,
The Leaves,
Grauzone,
Japan,
Mr. Review,
Altered Images,
Jeff Lynne,
Pierre Henry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bootsy Collins,
Roger Hodgson,
Mark Hollis,
This Heat,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Buckinghams,
Moby Grape,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Coltrane,
Tres Demented,
The Monks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Davy DMX,
Organ,
Rosa Yemen,
Audionom,
Ultra Naté,
Ossler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marmalade,
FM Einheit,
Carl Craig,
Scan 7,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.