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 Kosovo and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Steve Hackett to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '90s.
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 Matthew Halsall 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?
Flash Fearless,
Magazine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Altered Images,
June of 44,
The Electric Prunes,
The Zeros,
Mad Mike,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barbara Tucker,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dave Gahan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arthur Verocai,
Rites of Spring,
Marc Almond,
Shuggie Otis,
Boz Scaggs,
Howard Jones,
The Move,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jimmy McGriff,
Simply Red,
Kas Product,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Sonics,
The Residents,
Juan Atkins,
The American Breed,
Jawbox,
Sister Nancy,
Wasted Youth,
Stetsasonic,
X-101,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Association,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Wake,
The Cure,
Bang On A Can,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sandy B,
Sällskapet,
Accadde A,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Motions,
Aswad,
Maurizio,
Ice-T,
Mark Hollis,
Agitation Free,
The Sound,
The Fortunes,
Scion,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Parrish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cymande,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.