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 Gabon and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soul II Soul to the jazz 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Slave,
Oneida,
Tropical Tobacco,
R.M.O.,
Franke,
Eric Copeland,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hardrive,
Aswad,
Mo-Dettes,
Pulsallama,
Alison Limerick,
Banda Bassotti,
Shoche,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gun Club,
Skaos,
The Moleskins,
The Happenings,
The Trojans,
Camberwell Now,
The Associates,
The Offenders,
Rosa Yemen,
Y Pants,
Minny Pops,
The Beau Brummels,
Donny Hathaway,
Zero Boys,
Suburban Knight,
China Crisis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Supertramp,
The Index,
The Move,
Model 500,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yaz,
New Age Steppers,
48th St. Collective,
June of 44,
Sarah Menescal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radiohead,
Niagra,
Alphaville,
Slick Rick,
Fela Kuti,
Nils Olav,
Janne Schatter,
Joy Division,
The Last Poets,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
L. Decosne,
Fad Gadget,
Man Eating Sloth,
Au Pairs,
The Monochrome Set,
Bang On A Can,
Ludus,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.