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 Tonga and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Sexual Harrassment to the punk 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fire Engines,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Lynne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lakeside,
Youth Brigade,
Rites of Spring,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minutemen,
Porter Ricks,
Gong,
Gabor Szabo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Susan Cadogan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Connie Case,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oblivians,
Bootsy Collins,
Chris Corsano,
Peter & Gordon,
Urselle,
Eric Copeland,
The Misunderstood,
Dorothy Ashby,
Shuggie Otis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Sam Rivers,
Bang On A Can,
Erykah Badu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bob Dylan,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fugs,
Smog,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minor Threat,
Cybotron,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wings,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cramps,
Lebanon Hanover,
A Certain Ratio,
The Grass Roots,
The Selecter,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.