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 Belgium and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the rap 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Lower 48,
Ituana,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cowsills,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Saccharine Trust,
UT,
Minnie Riperton,
Bob Dylan,
Alice Coltrane,
Public Enemy,
Tres Demented,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fortunes,
DJ Style,
Dennis Brown,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Zeros,
Agent Orange,
Maleditus Sound,
Easy Going,
Glenn Branca,
Pussy Galore,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
Nick Fraelich,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kas Product,
Graham Central Station,
In Retrospect,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Smiths,
Black Pus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echospace,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jacob Miller,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Hood,
Bizarre Inc.,
CMW,
Marc Almond,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Teasers,
The Techniques,
Supertramp,
Television Personalities,
H. Thieme,
Shuggie Otis,
Procol Harum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Godley & Creme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pere Ubu,
David Axelrod,
The Knickerbockers,
Erasure,
Roxy Music,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.