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 Liberia and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Victims to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Smog,
cv313,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Pus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crash Course in Science,
Harry Pussy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
Yusef Lateef,
Fela Kuti,
Severed Heads,
Zapp,
Aural Exciters,
Godley & Creme,
Maleditus Sound,
The Victims,
Rhythm & Sound,
Magma,
Josef K,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brand Nubian,
Danielle Patucci,
Stetsasonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cybotron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
FM Einheit,
Public Enemy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Faraquet,
Drexciya,
the Association,
Nick Fraelich,
The Last Poets,
The Selecter,
Suicide,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soft Machine,
Kayak,
Nico,
Niagra,
Blancmange,
L. Decosne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fugs,
Neil Young,
Colin Newman,
Rod Modell,
The Invisible,
Fad Gadget,
E-Dancer,
Excepter,
Jawbox,
Ken Boothe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hot Snakes,
Pulsallama,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.