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 Iceland and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Jerry's Kids,
Grauzone,
Todd Terry,
Max Romeo,
Quando Quango,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monochrome Set,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skriet,
The Music Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
The Birthday Party,
Chris Corsano,
Aural Exciters,
Yazoo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ohio Players,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantaleimon,
Crash Course in Science,
Animal Collective,
The Fortunes,
Amazonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quadrant,
Jacob Miller,
Cymande,
Talk Talk,
Harmonia,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Judy Mowatt,
The Techniques,
Sun City Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bad Manners,
CMW,
Icehouse,
Prince Buster,
cv313,
The J.B.'s,
Unrelated Segments,
Leonard Cohen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minor Threat,
Ludus,
Easy Going,
Flash Fearless,
the Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
Albert Ayler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brothers Johnson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultravox,
Ten City,
Josef K,
Mr. Review,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.