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 Vanuatu and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Simply Red to the crunk 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Scan 7,
Patti Smith,
Bad Manners,
Erasure,
Andrew Hill,
The Move,
Jacob Miller,
Ronnie Foster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dual Sessions,
Roger Hodgson,
Maleditus Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
The Angels of Light,
Ituana,
Tears for Fears,
Skaos,
Erykah Badu,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Halsall,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Kinks,
Iggy Pop,
Joe Smooth,
The Happenings,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Smog,
Vainqueur,
Crash Course in Science,
Newcleus,
Pantytec,
Liliput,
Joensuu 1685,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pere Ubu,
Janne Schatter,
Jeff Mills,
Bob Dylan,
The Gap Band,
The Cramps,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Faraquet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bill Wells,
Kenny Larkin,
The Shadows of Knight,
CMW,
Niagra,
Cheater Slicks,
Oblivians,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The American Breed,
World's Most,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lalann,
Severed Heads,
Ken Boothe,
Model 500,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.