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 El Salvador and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nik Kershaw to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Young Marble Giants,
Connie Case,
Darondo,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul II Soul,
Barry Ungar,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Cale,
The Kinks,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Durutti Column,
Pylon,
Charles Mingus,
Henry Cow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Buzzcocks,
Audionom,
Isaac Hayes,
The Index,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ten City,
Main Source,
Kas Product,
Laurel Aitken,
Minnie Riperton,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mummies,
Juan Atkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Banda Bassotti,
the Swans,
Agitation Free,
Roy Ayers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Niagra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Josef K,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Terry,
Infiniti,
Y Pants,
Gichy Dan,
U.S. Maple,
UT,
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Hill,
James White and The Blacks,
Youth Brigade,
Ornette Coleman,
Loose Ends,
Robert Görl,
Matthew Bourne,
Bad Manners,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed,
Joey Negro,
Radio Birdman,
The Gladiators,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.