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 Slovakia and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 David Bowie 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 ABC to the jazz 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Babytalk,
Roy Ayers,
David Axelrod,
Alphaville,
Delta 5,
Letta Mbulu,
Bill Near,
Urselle,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Evens,
In Retrospect,
The J.B.'s,
Gang of Four,
Wings,
Radio Birdman,
DJ Sneak,
Motorama,
Matthew Halsall,
Rosa Yemen,
Stiv Bators,
Nas,
kango's stein massive,
Pylon,
Marmalade,
Cybotron,
Liliput,
Bluetip,
Flipper,
Crash Course in Science,
The Count Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Howard Jones,
The Young Rascals,
World's Most,
Stereo Dub,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric Dolphy,
Aloha Tigers,
The Invisible,
Robert Wyatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cure,
Sister Nancy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Monks,
Amazonics,
Pere Ubu,
Man Parrish,
Jacques Brel,
Con Funk Shun,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Masters at Work,
Steve Hackett,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
48th St. Collective,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sugar Minott,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.