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 San Marino and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Janne Schatter to the punk 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Dual Sessions,
Average White Band,
Minor Threat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pylon,
Depeche Mode,
Mars,
Amon Düül,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Remains,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stereo Dub,
The Litter,
H. Thieme,
Supertramp,
Index,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Motorama,
The Mojo Men,
Groovy Waters,
PIL,
Japan,
Sonic Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crime,
the Germs,
Visage,
Sunsets and Hearts,
E-Dancer,
Marine Girls,
Black Bananas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Basic Channel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Von Mondo,
L. Decosne,
Rosa Yemen,
Yusef Lateef,
KRS-One,
Scott Walker,
Amazonics,
John Lydon,
Metal Thangz,
Alice Coltrane,
Swell Maps,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Albert Ayler,
Malaria!,
David Axelrod,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flash Fearless,
Jawbox,
China Crisis,
Camouflage,
The Tremeloes,
The Human League,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.