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 Tuvalu and from London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 The Kinks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marmalade,
Flipper,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Evens,
The Fall,
The Searchers,
Faraquet,
Johnny Clarke,
Kurtis Blow,
Alphaville,
The Index,
Los Fastidios,
Shoche,
Kaleidoscope,
One Last Wish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Young Marble Giants,
Talk Talk,
Motorama,
Masters at Work,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Style,
Make Up,
The United States of America,
Glenn Branca,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sarah Menescal,
Q and Not U,
Cymande,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amazonics,
Ten City,
Tubeway Army,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Offenders,
The Detroit Cobras,
Delta 5,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yaz,
The Red Krayola,
Ronan,
Royal Trux,
Public Enemy,
10cc,
The Star Department,
Warren Ellis,
Blancmange,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cecil Taylor,
L. Decosne,
Albert Ayler,
Inner City,
Agitation Free,
Von Mondo,
The Smoke,
The Mummies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sight & Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.