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 Cambodia and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
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 rhodes 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 Stiv Bators to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Amazonics,
Shuggie Otis,
Fatback Band,
The Names,
Girls At Our Best!,
Negative Approach,
Franke,
Ronnie Foster,
Judy Mowatt,
the Germs,
Darondo,
Boz Scaggs,
Depeche Mode,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
48th St. Collective,
Audionom,
Can,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Section 25,
Quando Quango,
Blake Baxter,
Amon Düül II,
John Cale,
T.S.O.L.,
Moss Icon,
T. Rex,
Warren Ellis,
Whodini,
Simply Red,
The Beau Brummels,
Bad Manners,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Görl,
Susan Cadogan,
Con Funk Shun,
Bill Near,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David Bowie,
Rekid,
The Five Americans,
Albert Ayler,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter & Gordon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Circle Jerks,
Ponytail,
The Pretty Things,
The Golliwogs,
Todd Terry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blossom Toes,
Eve St. Jones,
kango's stein massive,
Flipper,
X-Ray Spex,
Deadbeat,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.