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 Cape Verde and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Zeros to the rock 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Hot Snakes,
Max Romeo,
The Smiths,
the Germs,
Scion,
Pantaleimon,
The Misunderstood,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Red Krayola,
Whodini,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bauhaus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Searchers,
Scrapy,
K-Klass,
Dennis Brown,
The Trojans,
Kurtis Blow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lalann,
Infiniti,
Arthur Verocai,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cybotron,
Gong,
John Holt,
Section 25,
Soulsonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter and Kerry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Carl Craig,
Mo-Dettes,
DJ Style,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tommy Roe,
Michelle Simonal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eve St. Jones,
Lindisfarne,
Agent Orange,
Hoover,
Q65,
The Tremeloes,
Black Bananas,
The Divine Comedy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
A Certain Ratio,
Nico,
Sonic Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.