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 Tunisia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the grime 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Harry Pussy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Funkadelic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
The Five Americans,
Crash Course in Science,
Lucky Dragons,
Erasure,
kango's stein massive,
Visage,
The Electric Prunes,
AZ,
Bad Manners,
David McCallum,
Yusef Lateef,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Wyatt,
Piero Umiliani,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dead C,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chrome,
Ultimate Spinach,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boz Scaggs,
Neu!,
Crooked Eye,
The Happenings,
Oblivians,
Das Ding,
Cymande,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Count Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Standells,
Mantronix,
Schoolly D,
Jerry's Kids,
ABC,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Can,
Silicon Teens,
Jacques Brel,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Litter,
John Holt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joe Smooth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gories,
Ultravox,
Nik Kershaw,
Excepter,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.