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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Banda Bassotti to the rap 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Wolf Eyes,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Womack,
The Divine Comedy,
Leonard Cohen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
T.S.O.L.,
Simply Red,
Barbara Tucker,
Bush Tetras,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Toni Rubio,
Agent Orange,
The New Christs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Echospace,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Lynne,
a-ha,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Durutti Column,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Procol Harum,
Easy Going,
The Blackbyrds,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dirtbombs,
Q65,
Zero Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Sound Behaviour,
Grey Daturas,
Zapp,
David Axelrod,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mojo Men,
Young Marble Giants,
MDC,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moss Icon,
Black Moon,
Michelle Simonal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Thompson Twins,
Laurel Aitken,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sister Nancy,
Blossom Toes,
Tears for Fears,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
This Heat,
U.S. Maple,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magma,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.