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 Mali and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Second Layer to the techno 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
The Sonics,
Shoche,
The Count Five,
Unwound,
The Stooges,
Quantec,
Chris Corsano,
Scan 7,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cowsills,
Maurizio,
Funky Four + One,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dorothy Ashby,
Carl Craig,
Amon Düül II,
The Kinks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Byron Stingily,
Absolute Body Control,
Sound Behaviour,
Maleditus Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Faust,
Roy Ayers,
Lalann,
Gabor Szabo,
Tears for Fears,
Boz Scaggs,
La Düsseldorf,
Kas Product,
Model 500,
Susan Cadogan,
The Real Kids,
Yazoo,
The Birthday Party,
Zero Boys,
The Evens,
The New Christs,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Divine Comedy,
The Slits,
Pere Ubu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Subhumans,
The Star Department,
Desert Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Hot Snakes,
Faraquet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sister Nancy,
Black Sheep,
Grey Daturas,
Ituana,
The Moleskins,
A Certain Ratio,
Scientists,
ABBA,
World's Most,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.