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 New Zealand and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Roxette to the punk 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Spandau Ballet,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
R.M.O.,
Nils Olav,
Aloha Tigers,
Fela Kuti,
Agitation Free,
Q65,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terry Callier,
Theoretical Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Y Pants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roxette,
H. Thieme,
Suicide,
Warren Ellis,
F. McDonald,
Pylon,
Cymande,
Chris & Cosey,
The Human League,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Beau Brummels,
X-102,
Crooked Eye,
Zapp,
Michelle Simonal,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brothers Johnson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Anakelly,
Laurel Aitken,
Idris Muhammad,
Rosa Yemen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Carl Craig,
The Golliwogs,
Los Fastidios,
Half Japanese,
the Association,
Electric Prunes,
Little Man,
Flipper,
Tears for Fears,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Raincoats,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Easy Going,
Popol Vuh,
Dave Gahan,
Underground Resistance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ludus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.