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 Singapore and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Eve St. Jones to the grime 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Archie Shepp,
This Heat,
Masters at Work,
Isaac Hayes,
Spoonie Gee,
Glambeats Corp.,
Depeche Mode,
Ituana,
Vainqueur,
Thompson Twins,
Pagans,
Mandrill,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-102,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Skarface,
Tears for Fears,
Sixth Finger,
Derrick May,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Moody Blues,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jerry's Kids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare,
Minutemen,
Shoche,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Visage,
Little Man,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun Ra,
Von Mondo,
Inner City,
Dead Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Techniques,
Second Layer,
Gang of Four,
Pierre Henry,
Dark Day,
The Seeds,
Fluxion,
Bill Wells,
Sam Rivers,
Pussy Galore,
Jimmy McGriff,
Connie Case,
Minnie Riperton,
D'Angelo,
Eddi Front,
Gang Gang Dance,
Royal Trux,
Warren Ellis,
David Bowie,
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young,
Intrusion,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.