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 Macedonia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Al Stewart to the funk 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mantronix,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sixth Finger,
Yellowson,
The Techniques,
The Smoke,
ABC,
Derrick May,
Bobby Byrd,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cybotron,
The Raincoats,
Half Japanese,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gabor Szabo,
Bootsy Collins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Moon,
One Last Wish,
Bluetip,
Gang of Four,
Kerrie Biddell,
Glenn Branca,
Bill Near,
Intrusion,
Boredoms,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dark Day,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Erykah Badu,
Fear,
Donald Byrd,
Faust,
Swans,
David McCallum,
Maurizio,
Amon Düül,
Lindisfarne,
Qualms,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Bar-Kays,
Lakeside,
The Blackbyrds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roxy Music,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Starr,
Country Teasers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wolf Eyes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Man Parrish,
Spoonie Gee,
The Black Dice,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.