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 Chile and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scan 7 to the techno 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
The Trojans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pierre Henry,
Simply Red,
The Monochrome Set,
Zapp,
David Axelrod,
Roger Hodgson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
One Last Wish,
Television,
Adolescents,
The Grass Roots,
Rotary Connection,
Throbbing Gristle,
Von Mondo,
Outsiders,
Essential Logic,
Slick Rick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mandrill,
DJ Style,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rakim,
Iggy Pop,
The Last Poets,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeff Mills,
Duran Duran,
The Dirtbombs,
Junior Murvin,
Thompson Twins,
Prince Buster,
Unwound,
UT,
Stereo Dub,
Toni Rubio,
The Happenings,
The Gun Club,
Alison Limerick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wire,
The Five Americans,
Man Parrish,
David McCallum,
Shoche,
Minny Pops,
Nik Kershaw,
Joe Finger,
Skriet,
Gabor Szabo,
Talk Talk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The New Christs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeru the Damaja,
New York Dolls,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Stooges,
The Walker Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.