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 Haiti and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
The Leaves,
Gong,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Supertramp,
Lou Christie,
Graham Central Station,
Japan,
New Order,
DJ Style,
Chrome,
Minor Threat,
Skriet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Franke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bill Near,
Das Ding,
Soft Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Goldenarms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ice-T,
Don Cherry,
Joey Negro,
The Dead C,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Dark Day,
Prince Buster,
Sparks,
Audionom,
Black Sheep,
Khruangbin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amon Düül,
Jawbox,
Radiohead,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sandy B,
Soft Cell,
Section 25,
The Remains,
Kas Product,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lower 48,
Sexual Harrassment,
Underground Resistance,
Half Japanese,
Johnny Clarke,
Animal Collective,
Morten Harket,
Dawn Penn,
Harmonia,
Tomorrow,
Eddi Front,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Sherman,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.