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 Benin and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Fat Boys 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Iggy Pop,
The American Breed,
Bobby Byrd,
Sandy B,
Lou Christie,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Judy Mowatt,
Eddi Front,
Ponytail,
David Axelrod,
K-Klass,
The Dirtbombs,
Cluster,
Sun Ra,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Offenders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pet Shop Boys,
Altered Images,
DNA,
Public Enemy,
Ronan,
Oblivians,
Bauhaus,
John Coltrane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nirvana,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
EPMD,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pantytec,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harry Pussy,
The Residents,
Joe Smooth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
James White and The Blacks,
Make Up,
The Moody Blues,
DJ Style,
Ken Boothe,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pretty Things,
Blossom Toes,
Masters at Work,
Dawn Penn,
Adolescents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wire,
June Days,
The Alarm Clocks,
Little Man,
Bill Wells,
Agitation Free,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.