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 Gambia and from Mumbai.
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 Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Pantaleimon to the funk 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Pulsallama,
Alphaville,
Q65,
Outsiders,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yusef Lateef,
Niagra,
T.S.O.L.,
Jandek,
Soft Machine,
World's Most,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bronski Beat,
The Fall,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Pus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Adolescents,
X-Ray Spex,
Fear,
The Smoke,
Aswad,
Urselle,
Black Bananas,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Surgeon,
Fat Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Jawbox,
Nik Kershaw,
The Barracudas,
David Bowie,
The Raincoats,
Magma,
Zapp,
Cheater Slicks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Pretty Things,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gerry Rafferty,
Circle Jerks,
The Birthday Party,
Jacques Brel,
K-Klass,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
Fluxion,
Moss Icon,
10cc,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Neon Judgement,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.