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 Greece and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Michael McDonald 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-ha to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Mantronix,
The Count Five,
Intrusion,
Sam Rivers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Stooges,
Erasure,
Black Bananas,
Mandrill,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronnie Foster,
Chrome,
Groovy Waters,
Motorama,
The Beau Brummels,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Knickerbockers,
Johnny Clarke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Albert Ayler,
Traffic Nightmare,
Franke,
Connie Case,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Toasters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Smiths,
Ponytail,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skaos,
The Sound,
The American Breed,
Tears for Fears,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Red Krayola,
Rites of Spring,
Outsiders,
Make Up,
T. Rex,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wire,
The Residents,
Idris Muhammad,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Drive Like Jehu,
Agent Orange,
Newcleus,
Aural Exciters,
the Association,
Average White Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yusef Lateef,
Parry Music,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dark Day,
F. McDonald,
Minnie Riperton,
Sandy B,
Accadde A,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.