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 Costa Rica and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Tropical Tobacco to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terry Callier,
Rites of Spring,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quando Quango,
The Names,
Easy Going,
Anakelly,
John Lydon,
Gang of Four,
Yazoo,
The Gap Band,
Surgeon,
The Saints,
the Sonics,
The Vogues,
ABC,
H. Thieme,
Chrome,
Public Image Ltd.,
Delon & Dalcan,
EPMD,
Derrick May,
These Immortal Souls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Accadde A,
Jandek,
New Order,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Slick Rick,
The Slackers,
Shoche,
The Buckinghams,
Sparks,
Eric Dolphy,
Boredoms,
Loose Ends,
Guru Guru,
Jacob Miller,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Glenn Branca,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young,
Eric B and Rakim,
Patti Smith,
Grauzone,
Robert Hood,
Isaac Hayes,
The Count Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sällskapet,
The Raincoats,
Davy DMX,
Brick,
Make Up,
Das Ding,
UT,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultra Naté,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.