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 Nicaragua and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gang Starr to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Donald Byrd,
Traffic Nightmare,
Funkadelic,
Henry Cow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fugazi,
Peter and Kerry,
Swell Maps,
Public Image Ltd.,
Khruangbin,
kango's stein massive,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dirtbombs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lungfish,
KRS-One,
Symarip,
Joyce Sims,
Marcia Griffiths,
Whodini,
the Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
E-Dancer,
Sun City Girls,
Niagra,
Slick Rick,
The Last Poets,
Aural Exciters,
the Association,
Tommy Roe,
Groovy Waters,
Y Pants,
Soul II Soul,
Wasted Youth,
Rapeman,
Infiniti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rekid,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Zero Boys,
Scratch Acid,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hoover,
ABBA,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Selecter,
the Human League,
This Heat,
the Slits,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mandrill,
UT,
Scott Walker,
Monolake,
Faraquet,
The Real Kids,
Kerri Chandler,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.