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 Kazakhstan 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Coltrane to the grime 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Eric Dolphy,
Newcleus,
Mark Hollis,
Au Pairs,
The Monks,
The United States of America,
Franke,
The Leaves,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dark Day,
Skarface,
Tears for Fears,
Connie Case,
The Dead C,
The J.B.'s,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Byrd,
Donald Byrd,
The Residents,
Glambeats Corp.,
Popol Vuh,
Dennis Brown,
Marvin Gaye,
Stetsasonic,
Jerry's Kids,
Yazoo,
Bauhaus,
Bush Tetras,
Wings,
Rotary Connection,
Bill Wells,
Camouflage,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
10cc,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cluster,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Coltrane,
The Mojo Men,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Junior Murvin,
Ronan,
Piero Umiliani,
New York Dolls,
Al Stewart,
Eric Copeland,
Barrington Levy,
Pantytec,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Simply Red,
Buzzcocks,
kango's stein massive,
The Blues Magoos,
Dual Sessions,
Scrapy,
Anakelly,
Gang of Four,
The Raincoats,
The Happenings,
The Tremeloes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.