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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slits to the grunge 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Lalann,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Görl,
Hardrive,
Scion,
Sun City Girls,
Eurythmics,
The Golliwogs,
Guru Guru,
The Red Krayola,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter & Gordon,
Aloha Tigers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gong,
Brass Construction,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Hood,
Los Fastidios,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultra Naté,
Godley & Creme,
Cluster,
Bush Tetras,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Tremeloes,
Darondo,
Nirvana,
Sam Rivers,
Sex Pistols,
Magazine,
Al Stewart,
Barrington Levy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gichy Dan,
Excepter,
Circle Jerks,
Iggy Pop,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Gang Dance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Index,
Letta Mbulu,
The Pop Group,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
U.S. Maple,
Nation of Ulysses,
The American Breed,
Ultravox,
Alton Ellis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
ABC,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Q and Not U,
Flash Fearless,
Mr. Review,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.