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 Antigua and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Skarface to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Donny Hathaway,
Kerri Chandler,
Yazoo,
X-101,
Bill Wells,
Cheater Slicks,
Bad Manners,
Black Pus,
The Cowsills,
Judy Mowatt,
Rod Modell,
Spandau Ballet,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Last Poets,
Altered Images,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Neon Judgement,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
MC5,
Marine Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Sam Rivers,
Animal Collective,
Stiv Bators,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Loose Ends,
Motorama,
Fad Gadget,
The Cure,
Basic Channel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masters at Work,
The Leaves,
Blossom Toes,
The Pretty Things,
Isaac Hayes,
Radiohead,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nils Olav,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Standells,
Fluxion,
Fear,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amon Düül II,
Buzzcocks,
Morten Harket,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Easy Going,
Grey Daturas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Buckinghams,
Danielle Patucci,
Connie Case,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harry Pussy,
Joey Negro,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.