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 Estonia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
The Barracudas,
Dave Gahan,
Massinfluence,
Surgeon,
Public Enemy,
Spandau Ballet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deepchord,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television Personalities,
the Soft Cell,
Average White Band,
the Sonics,
Mandrill,
Juan Atkins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gichy Dan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deakin,
Godley & Creme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sam Rivers,
The Velvet Underground,
The Names,
Mo-Dettes,
Lower 48,
Johnny Osbourne,
Albert Ayler,
Sixth Finger,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brand Nubian,
The Buckinghams,
Section 25,
Barrington Levy,
Make Up,
The Mummies,
The Alarm Clocks,
Easy Going,
Curtis Mayfield,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Zapp,
Unrelated Segments,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oblivians,
Anakelly,
Malaria!,
Clear Light,
UT,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arab on Radar,
Niagra,
OOIOO,
Jacob Miller,
DJ Sneak,
Eurythmics,
Intrusion,
Q65,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.