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 Slovenia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Section 25 to the crunk 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Fad Gadget,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
These Immortal Souls,
Eve St. Jones,
The Litter,
The Blackbyrds,
Tim Buckley,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott Heron,
Piero Umiliani,
Arthur Verocai,
Negative Approach,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stiv Bators,
Sam Rivers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quando Quango,
Ken Boothe,
John Foxx,
Ohio Players,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Lydon,
The Cure,
Sandy B,
Skarface,
Jandek,
Glenn Branca,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Carl Craig,
The Beau Brummels,
Grauzone,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rod Modell,
the Human League,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nik Kershaw,
The Offenders,
The Skatalites,
Skriet,
Sight & Sound,
Funkadelic,
Tommy Roe,
Unrelated Segments,
Aswad,
Boz Scaggs,
Roxette,
The Busters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Saccharine Trust,
Bill Near,
Davy DMX,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Glambeats Corp.,
UT,
The Remains,
Rekid,
Gregory Isaacs,
Los Fastidios,
DNA,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.