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 Costa Rica and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the punk 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
The Last Poets,
Neil Young,
Soul II Soul,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultra Naté,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Warren Ellis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thompson Twins,
The Raincoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
Niagra,
The Sonics,
Josef K,
Marvin Gaye,
Mission of Burma,
Basic Channel,
Qualms,
The Selecter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Moleskins,
Duran Duran,
Gang Starr,
Susan Cadogan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ronan,
The Fugs,
Dark Day,
Peter & Gordon,
Nils Olav,
Maurizio,
R.M.O.,
Pulsallama,
Ossler,
John Holt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arcadia,
The Motions,
Laurel Aitken,
Camouflage,
Black Bananas,
the Soft Cell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Darondo,
Ituana,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blake Baxter,
The Smoke,
Country Teasers,
Trumans Water,
Mad Mike,
Spoonie Gee,
Negative Approach,
Byron Stingily,
Livin' Joy,
Technova,
Iggy Pop,
Arab on Radar,
The Dirtbombs,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.