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 Tunisia and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Johnny Clarke to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Rod Modell,
Unrelated Segments,
Dawn Penn,
The Cowsills,
MDC,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marc Almond,
Hashim,
Joey Negro,
Donny Hathaway,
June Days,
Nik Kershaw,
Von Mondo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Iggy Pop,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Newcleus,
Mantronix,
Erasure,
This Heat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
D'Angelo,
The Zeros,
KRS-One,
Cluster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Loose Ends,
the Fania All-Stars,
Desert Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Sheep,
The Moody Blues,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tubeway Army,
Camberwell Now,
Young Marble Giants,
Eddi Front,
Lee Hazlewood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lakeside,
Moby Grape,
John Foxx,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Excepter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Faust,
World's Most,
Roy Ayers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crispy Ambulance,
Leonard Cohen,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.