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 Cuba and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Robert Görl to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Susan Cadogan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Count Five,
Graham Central Station,
Smog,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Steve Hackett,
Fear,
John Cale,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quando Quango,
The Real Kids,
FM Einheit,
New Order,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sound,
Monolake,
Joe Smooth,
Circle Jerks,
Althea and Donna,
Fluxion,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Slits,
Brothers Johnson,
Jacob Miller,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mojo Men,
Icehouse,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Public Enemy,
Basic Channel,
Eli Mardock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Spoonie Gee,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visage,
Chris Corsano,
Buzzcocks,
Flipper,
Motorama,
Rakim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
Sight & Sound,
Derrick May,
Tom Boy,
Bill Near,
Reagan Youth,
Scion,
F. McDonald,
Moebius,
Bob Dylan,
Chris & Cosey,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alton Ellis,
The Durutti Column,
Deakin,
Malaria!,
Absolute Body Control,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.