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 Botswana and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lindisfarne,
June Days,
Public Enemy,
Brand Nubian,
The Walker Brothers,
In Retrospect,
June of 44,
OOIOO,
Barbara Tucker,
Absolute Body Control,
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy Collins,
Trumans Water,
Organ,
Blake Baxter,
Anakelly,
Technova,
48th St. Collective,
The Fall,
Black Sheep,
The Wake,
Flash Fearless,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Janne Schatter,
Das Ding,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Khruangbin,
Half Japanese,
The Cowsills,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Youth Brigade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Carl Craig,
Eric Copeland,
Joyce Sims,
Bang On A Can,
Sparks,
Sound Behaviour,
KRS-One,
Unwound,
Dual Sessions,
Soulsonic Force,
Pylon,
Erasure,
T.S.O.L.,
The Move,
The Dead C,
Hot Snakes,
Sonic Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Zeros,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gabor Szabo,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Young Rascals,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Durutti Column,
10cc,
Jeff Lynne,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.