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 Cambodia and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Faust to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Alton Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Seeds,
Suicide,
Bluetip,
Jeff Mills,
Quando Quango,
Sight & Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rakim,
Lakeside,
Prince Buster,
Malaria!,
Wasted Youth,
Accadde A,
Yazoo,
R.M.O.,
Supertramp,
Johnny Clarke,
EPMD,
Gichy Dan,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Flag,
Eric Copeland,
Intrusion,
Black Moon,
Yellowson,
Magma,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vladislav Delay,
Rapeman,
Infiniti,
Pagans,
Eli Mardock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dawn Penn,
Sugar Minott,
Y Pants,
Henry Cow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Christie,
The Move,
David McCallum,
Barrington Levy,
Fad Gadget,
Simply Red,
John Foxx,
Sonny Sharrock,
Throbbing Gristle,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joyce Sims,
Laurel Aitken,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eddi Front,
Todd Rundgren,
Steve Hackett,
Rotary Connection,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quantec,
Graham Central Station,
Angry Samoans,
Alphaville,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.