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 Zimbabwe and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
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 marimba 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 Television Personalities to the electroclash 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
James White and The Blacks,
Kaleidoscope,
Porter Ricks,
Drexciya,
The Skatalites,
Ice-T,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thompson Twins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Doors,
Ossler,
Rites of Spring,
Goldenarms,
KRS-One,
Tres Demented,
Maleditus Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Circle Jerks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eve St. Jones,
Brass Construction,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Womack,
Camouflage,
Procol Harum,
Gang Starr,
Don Cherry,
Nirvana,
Fear,
Roxy Music,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Offenders,
Scientists,
Dead Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wolf Eyes,
June Days,
The Evens,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Make Up,
Gabor Szabo,
Bluetip,
The Sonics,
Bobby Sherman,
Judy Mowatt,
Cameo,
Aural Exciters,
Japan,
Gang Gang Dance,
K-Klass,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cymande,
Con Funk Shun,
The Invisible,
The J.B.'s,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Durutti Column,
Frankie Knuckles,
Magma,
Kevin Saunderson,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.