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 Tajikistan and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Main Source to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Quantec,
Suicide,
Eli Mardock,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alison Limerick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Royal Trux,
Bizarre Inc.,
Schoolly D,
F. McDonald,
Toni Rubio,
KRS-One,
Aswad,
The Pretty Things,
Grey Daturas,
Bad Manners,
Hashim,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Residents,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gabor Szabo,
Brothers Johnson,
The Black Dice,
Quando Quango,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Association,
Kurtis Blow,
The Doors,
New Age Steppers,
Fela Kuti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Tremeloes,
The Golliwogs,
The Associates,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DJ Sneak,
The Slackers,
The Wake,
The Evens,
Cameo,
Gang of Four,
Lalann,
The Angels of Light,
The Litter,
Jeru the Damaja,
New York Dolls,
Yaz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Trumans Water,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barry Ungar,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sixth Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
B.T. Express,
Swell Maps,
the Swans,
Black Flag,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.