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 Saudi Arabia and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare 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 Yaz to the disco 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Brand Nubian,
Lebanon Hanover,
Darondo,
John Cale,
Rites of Spring,
Harpers Bizarre,
A Certain Ratio,
Sam Rivers,
Black Moon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Zero Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Wasted Youth,
The Saints,
the Swans,
Hot Snakes,
Pylon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tim Buckley,
Rapeman,
Joey Negro,
Magma,
Absolute Body Control,
10cc,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hashim,
Drexciya,
Dave Gahan,
Heaven 17,
Kerri Chandler,
Lalann,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sparks,
Erasure,
Pierre Henry,
Sister Nancy,
Electric Prunes,
Smog,
Danielle Patucci,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Monks,
Radio Birdman,
The J.B.'s,
The Fuzztones,
Adolescents,
cv313,
Harmonia,
Anthony Braxton,
The Invisible,
Derrick May,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
AZ,
Donny Hathaway,
The Selecter,
Groovy Waters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Model 500,
Ken Boothe,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.