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 Greece and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Nils Olav,
Pierre Henry,
Ultra Naté,
Soul II Soul,
Moebius,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Toni Rubio,
La Düsseldorf,
Eve St. Jones,
Joey Negro,
Laurel Aitken,
The Smoke,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funkadelic,
Underground Resistance,
X-101,
Davy DMX,
Fela Kuti,
The Electric Prunes,
Joe Finger,
Bauhaus,
One Last Wish,
The Moody Blues,
Index,
The Durutti Column,
Dead Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Carl Craig,
New Age Steppers,
Animal Collective,
Talk Talk,
Max Romeo,
The Knickerbockers,
Lindisfarne,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Janne Schatter,
The Standells,
Donny Hathaway,
Agent Orange,
The Mummies,
Byron Stingily,
Arab on Radar,
Harpers Bizarre,
Johnny Osbourne,
Clear Light,
Cal Tjader,
Hasil Adkins,
Scientists,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Real Kids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aaron Thompson,
Hashim,
Essential Logic,
Easy Going,
Camouflage,
Country Teasers,
Mantronix,
The Invisible,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.