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 Madrid.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 The Grass Roots to the dance 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Blues Magoos,
Bluetip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Slits,
the Soft Cell,
Little Man,
Icehouse,
Don Cherry,
Malaria!,
Alice Coltrane,
DJ Sneak,
Heaven 17,
Arcadia,
Country Teasers,
David Bowie,
Curtis Mayfield,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Graham Central Station,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Urselle,
Surgeon,
Sonic Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang of Four,
Buzzcocks,
Pulsallama,
Suburban Knight,
Black Moon,
Eve St. Jones,
Amazonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Aswad,
Rites of Spring,
Joy Division,
the Association,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
FM Einheit,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Normal,
Funkadelic,
Brick,
H. Thieme,
Young Marble Giants,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fatback Band,
Moss Icon,
Yazoo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Laurel Aitken,
a-ha,
The Red Krayola,
Pantaleimon,
Newcleus,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.