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 Namibia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Fad Gadget to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blues Magoos,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brass Construction,
Livin' Joy,
Harry Pussy,
New Order,
Basic Channel,
Black Bananas,
JFA,
Symarip,
The Zeros,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Doors,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moby Grape,
Subhumans,
Suicide,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Anthony Braxton,
Porter Ricks,
Al Stewart,
10cc,
Whodini,
Susan Cadogan,
Deadbeat,
Tubeway Army,
Interpol,
the Bar-Kays,
Alice Coltrane,
Carl Craig,
Don Cherry,
Supertramp,
Wasted Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick May,
Rufus Thomas,
Japan,
The Selecter,
Lou Christie,
Tom Boy,
Theoretical Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joe Smooth,
The Fire Engines,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Leonard Cohen,
Rod Modell,
Pere Ubu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blake Baxter,
Altered Images,
Zero Boys,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.