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 Cuba and from New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 E-Dancer to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ponytail,
Shoche,
Thompson Twins,
Television,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Residents,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Slackers,
Youth Brigade,
Cybotron,
The Tremeloes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Babytalk,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
Moebius,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Associates,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sex Pistols,
The Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
Zapp,
Ludus,
Peter & Gordon,
Isaac Hayes,
X-Ray Spex,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yaz,
The Standells,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Judy Mowatt,
Hardrive,
Panda Bear,
Maurizio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nils Olav,
Dual Sessions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Parry Music,
Sparks,
The Trojans,
The Music Machine,
Cameo,
Livin' Joy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Circle Jerks,
Leonard Cohen,
Dawn Penn,
This Heat,
The Barracudas,
New Order,
Minnie Riperton,
Buzzcocks,
Y Pants,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.