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 Costa Rica and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cymande to the punk 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
The Angels of Light,
Minny Pops,
Prince Buster,
Infiniti,
Mr. Review,
Sexual Harrassment,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ponytail,
Ken Boothe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Isaac Hayes,
Dave Gahan,
Spoonie Gee,
David Axelrod,
The Move,
Chris Corsano,
Television Personalities,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Das Ding,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Inner City,
Joey Negro,
Mark Hollis,
Monks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funkadelic,
The Kinks,
Symarip,
The Grass Roots,
Babytalk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Mills,
The Names,
Stereo Dub,
Faust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Smiths,
Fat Boys,
Drexciya,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
MDC,
The Velvet Underground,
Lakeside,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare,
The Techniques,
The Dirtbombs,
Todd Terry,
Warren Ellis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Panda Bear,
Grauzone,
The Monochrome Set,
Kas Product,
T.S.O.L.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.