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 San Marino and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ 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 The Vogues to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
AZ,
Surgeon,
Skriet,
Kenny Larkin,
Mr. Review,
David Axelrod,
Half Japanese,
The Offenders,
Althea and Donna,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hasil Adkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Faraquet,
Gang of Four,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nik Kershaw,
Jacques Brel,
The Skatalites,
Blake Baxter,
Todd Terry,
Brass Construction,
Tres Demented,
Y Pants,
John Lydon,
Juan Atkins,
The Gun Club,
Desert Stars,
Ultravox,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Negative Approach,
Camouflage,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Andrew Hill,
Warsaw,
Simply Red,
Ohio Players,
Aswad,
The Buckinghams,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Slits,
Susan Cadogan,
Leonard Cohen,
Dark Day,
T. Rex,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mojo Men,
Darondo,
Tim Buckley,
Dead Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Ronnie Foster,
The Doors,
Inner City,
Trumans Water,
The Happenings,
Amon Düül,
Minny Pops,
Alison Limerick,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.