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 Ukraine and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 FM Einheit to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Shoche,
Groovy Waters,
Aaron Thompson,
cv313,
The Fire Engines,
Bluetip,
Scratch Acid,
FM Einheit,
Severed Heads,
The Fortunes,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terry Callier,
Kenny Larkin,
Leonard Cohen,
Lightning Bolt,
Fluxion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Duran Duran,
The Electric Prunes,
Deadbeat,
Aswad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moby Grape,
New Order,
Glenn Branca,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
LL Cool J,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cluster,
Deakin,
F. McDonald,
H. Thieme,
Young Marble Giants,
Sonny Sharrock,
Reuben Wilson,
Slave,
Bob Dylan,
Outsiders,
Unwound,
John Coltrane,
Jandek,
Eve St. Jones,
Don Cherry,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Faraquet,
Symarip,
The Alarm Clocks,
Inner City,
Yusef Lateef,
The Invisible,
the Bar-Kays,
Thompson Twins,
Underground Resistance,
The Dead C,
Negative Approach,
L. Decosne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boredoms,
Nik Kershaw,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.