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 Denmark and from Delhi.
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 Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 The Black Dice to the dance 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
The Mummies,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mojo Men,
Michelle Simonal,
Brand Nubian,
The Dirtbombs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maurizio,
Desert Stars,
Carl Craig,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter & Gordon,
Roxy Music,
Sällskapet,
Cheater Slicks,
Radiohead,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stereo Dub,
Jacques Brel,
Deakin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flash Fearless,
Scratch Acid,
Black Sheep,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Sonics,
Sparks,
Johnny Clarke,
Byron Stingily,
Piero Umiliani,
The Offenders,
Hardrive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Neon Judgement,
Reuben Wilson,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gun Club,
Lebanon Hanover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Supertramp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rod Modell,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cure,
The Sonics,
Joe Smooth,
Tommy Roe,
Moebius,
Newcleus,
Isaac Hayes,
The Raincoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joe Finger,
The Modern Lovers,
The Grass Roots,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
ABC,
Wire,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.