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 Malta and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the funk 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Womack,
The Mummies,
Al Stewart,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Selecter,
Buzzcocks,
Wally Richardson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minor Threat,
Scratch Acid,
Mantronix,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chrome,
The United States of America,
Barry Ungar,
Loose Ends,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Niagra,
The Monochrome Set,
Visage,
Procol Harum,
Connie Case,
David McCallum,
FM Einheit,
Agent Orange,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aswad,
Chris Corsano,
Grey Daturas,
Young Marble Giants,
Vainqueur,
Isaac Hayes,
Camouflage,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Coltrane,
The Kinks,
John Holt,
Harmonia,
Eddi Front,
Matthew Bourne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
James White and The Blacks,
The Skatalites,
Roy Ayers,
Suburban Knight,
Black Bananas,
Eden Ahbez,
The Buckinghams,
Symarip,
The Invisible,
Ice-T,
Graham Central Station,
Crash Course in Science,
Tim Buckley,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.