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 Norway and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar 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 Quadrant to the grime 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
The Wake,
Vainqueur,
Little Man,
Kas Product,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Warsaw,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ituana,
John Cale,
Wire,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare,
Black Bananas,
Wally Richardson,
Make Up,
Derrick May,
Trumans Water,
Half Japanese,
Schoolly D,
Juan Atkins,
EPMD,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Prince Buster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Youth Brigade,
Gabor Szabo,
The Trojans,
Eric Copeland,
Motorama,
Dark Day,
T.S.O.L.,
Country Teasers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stereo Dub,
The Gladiators,
Q and Not U,
Skarface,
China Crisis,
The Pop Group,
The Offenders,
The Cure,
Kenny Larkin,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gap Band,
the Slits,
Can,
Davy DMX,
Arthur Verocai,
Mission of Burma,
Guru Guru,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.