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 Indonesia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 Quantec to the disco 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
MC5,
Index,
David Axelrod,
The Smiths,
Skriet,
Gang Green,
Iggy Pop,
The Tremeloes,
Suburban Knight,
Sugar Minott,
Grey Daturas,
Zero Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lakeside,
Nas,
The Fire Engines,
Oblivians,
Slick Rick,
The Golliwogs,
The Searchers,
Kerri Chandler,
The Smoke,
Altered Images,
Saccharine Trust,
Letta Mbulu,
Surgeon,
Scrapy,
Grauzone,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Ornette Coleman,
Camouflage,
Second Layer,
Morten Harket,
John Lydon,
Juan Atkins,
Average White Band,
The Pop Group,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Seeds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Modern Lovers,
Spandau Ballet,
Mark Hollis,
Ultravox,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moebius,
June Days,
K-Klass,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeru the Damaja,
Au Pairs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Reuben Wilson,
DJ Style,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David McCallum,
China Crisis,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.