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 Philippines and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Jacob Miller to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Desert Stars,
Joy Division,
Icehouse,
Blake Baxter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grauzone,
Television Personalities,
Adolescents,
the Association,
Porter Ricks,
Ultra Naté,
Brand Nubian,
Clear Light,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Zeros,
Hot Snakes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Carl Craig,
The Tremeloes,
Fat Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Susan Cadogan,
Peter & Gordon,
Barrington Levy,
June of 44,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Move,
Nik Kershaw,
Magma,
Sight & Sound,
PIL,
Eric Copeland,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
James White and The Blacks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The New Christs,
Make Up,
Intrusion,
Severed Heads,
Grandmaster Flash,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Sun Ra,
Hardrive,
Liliput,
Dave Gahan,
Graham Central Station,
Arcadia,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wally Richardson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rotary Connection,
Rufus Thomas,
Pulsallama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Donald Byrd,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.