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 Palau and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Von Mondo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Symarip,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Terry,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
E-Dancer,
Icehouse,
Porter Ricks,
PIL,
Dawn Penn,
Jawbox,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Real Kids,
Banda Bassotti,
DJ Sneak,
Juan Atkins,
Jeff Mills,
Radiopuhelimet,
Althea and Donna,
Carl Craig,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lindisfarne,
Blancmange,
The J.B.'s,
Saccharine Trust,
Altered Images,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bad Manners,
Yellowson,
Silicon Teens,
The Walker Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Joyce Sims,
Spoonie Gee,
The Standells,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kurtis Blow,
Laurel Aitken,
Half Japanese,
Reuben Wilson,
Hot Snakes,
Connie Case,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fela Kuti,
Niagra,
The Blackbyrds,
Outsiders,
The Fortunes,
Wally Richardson,
The Raincoats,
The United States of America,
Agent Orange,
Colin Newman,
Joe Smooth,
the Bar-Kays,
The American Breed,
The Moleskins,
The Dead C,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.