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 South Africa and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 A Certain Ratio to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
John Foxx,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultra Naté,
Laurel Aitken,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Beau Brummels,
Eden Ahbez,
The Smoke,
Supertramp,
Kas Product,
Alice Coltrane,
The Red Krayola,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pantytec,
Colin Newman,
Judy Mowatt,
Dawn Penn,
Peter and Kerry,
Prince Buster,
Marmalade,
Skriet,
The Gun Club,
Lalann,
Steve Hackett,
U.S. Maple,
Maleditus Sound,
Radio Birdman,
the Sonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Von Mondo,
Intrusion,
Vainqueur,
Grey Daturas,
Das Ding,
Boz Scaggs,
T. Rex,
Minnie Riperton,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kenny Larkin,
Nils Olav,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marine Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeru the Damaja,
UT,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amon Düül II,
Excepter,
Zero Boys,
The Trojans,
The Offenders,
Siglo XX,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric Dolphy,
The Black Dice,
Swell Maps,
The Neon Judgement,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.