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 Papua New Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
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 chamberlin 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 Radiohead to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Negative Approach,
Bronski Beat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Finger,
Masters at Work,
Stereo Dub,
Eric Copeland,
The Grass Roots,
The Smoke,
Dawn Penn,
Darondo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dave Clark Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Offenders,
CMW,
Black Sheep,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Main Source,
the Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The United States of America,
Guru Guru,
The Cowsills,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Loose Ends,
Black Pus,
Mark Hollis,
Faraquet,
Pole,
Eddi Front,
H. Thieme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Matthew Bourne,
Al Stewart,
D'Angelo,
Marine Girls,
The Selecter,
Joensuu 1685,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Davy DMX,
Index,
DJ Sneak,
Rakim,
Underground Resistance,
Todd Terry,
Pagans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Albert Ayler,
Fear,
Y Pants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Steve Hackett,
The Moleskins,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.