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 Laos and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Cybotron to the funk 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Ken Boothe,
Subhumans,
T.S.O.L.,
Isaac Hayes,
Chris Corsano,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
World's Most,
Aaron Thompson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ice-T,
The Divine Comedy,
Vainqueur,
Reuben Wilson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Japan,
Scott Walker,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Buckinghams,
Flipper,
The Wake,
MC5,
New York Dolls,
Grauzone,
Sandy B,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
This Heat,
Eden Ahbez,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Hill,
Dave Gahan,
Surgeon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultra Naté,
Iggy Pop,
Simply Red,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeff Lynne,
Gichy Dan,
The Motions,
Lucky Dragons,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kas Product,
The Litter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Slits,
Procol Harum,
Electric Prunes,
Soft Cell,
Pole,
Bronski Beat,
The Beau Brummels,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Graham Central Station,
Skriet,
Silicon Teens,
New Age Steppers,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.