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 Yemen 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Sight & Sound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Urselle,
Los Fastidios,
Scott Walker,
X-101,
Joy Division,
Arthur Verocai,
Kaleidoscope,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fela Kuti,
The Electric Prunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Swans,
Q65,
The Smoke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ice-T,
Youth Brigade,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gap Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pantaleimon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Siglo XX,
Judy Mowatt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alphaville,
The Sound,
The Cowsills,
Marshall Jefferson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Albert Ayler,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Monochrome Set,
Stockholm Monsters,
Michelle Simonal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slits,
Magazine,
Thee Headcoats,
MC5,
Pet Shop Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Bush Tetras,
the Bar-Kays,
UT,
The New Christs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Index,
Inner City,
Gerry Rafferty,
Easy Going,
The Saints,
Severed Heads,
Eric Copeland,
Joe Smooth,
Barrington Levy,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.