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 Papua New Guinea and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the electroclash 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Kool Moe Dee,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Carl Craig,
Dual Sessions,
Anakelly,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang of Four,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barrington Levy,
David Axelrod,
The Mojo Men,
June of 44,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Star Department,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fela Kuti,
Rites of Spring,
Dennis Brown,
Amon Düül,
Visage,
Japan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ice-T,
Janne Schatter,
Aswad,
the Slits,
Johnny Clarke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Little Man,
Marmalade,
Pantytec,
Panda Bear,
The Human League,
Hot Snakes,
Whodini,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Section 25,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pierre Henry,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
World's Most,
T. Rex,
Johnny Osbourne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pantaleimon,
Basic Channel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dave Gahan,
Slave,
Jandek,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Aural Exciters,
The Happenings,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.