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 Jamaica and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Sixth Finger to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Associates,
The Black Dice,
Scott Walker,
Marvin Gaye,
Dennis Brown,
Boogie Down Productions,
Duran Duran,
The Selecter,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Holt,
Niagra,
Von Mondo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flash Fearless,
Dual Sessions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Walker Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Mantronix,
Wings,
Roger Hodgson,
The Skatalites,
The Misunderstood,
X-101,
Visage,
OOIOO,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Parry Music,
Mark Hollis,
The Red Krayola,
Agent Orange,
Royal Trux,
Glenn Branca,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Sonics,
Cymande,
EPMD,
Desert Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monolake,
In Retrospect,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brothers Johnson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Green,
Morten Harket,
Peter & Gordon,
Nas,
Sight & Sound,
Infiniti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jerry's Kids,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.