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 Ireland and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Young Marble Giants to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Monochrome Set,
Ohio Players,
Smog,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Graham Central Station,
The Star Department,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Parry Music,
Laurel Aitken,
The Stooges,
The Invisible,
Kayak,
Hasil Adkins,
China Crisis,
Max Romeo,
The Mojo Men,
E-Dancer,
Andrew Hill,
Ultra Naté,
Country Teasers,
Nik Kershaw,
Sound Behaviour,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Sheep,
Clear Light,
Vladislav Delay,
Fluxion,
The Barracudas,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Sherman,
Icehouse,
Kas Product,
Harpers Bizarre,
Todd Terry,
Joey Negro,
Siglo XX,
FM Einheit,
Delta 5,
Depeche Mode,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Little Man,
DNA,
The Misunderstood,
Stiv Bators,
Eddi Front,
David McCallum,
Circle Jerks,
The Selecter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roxette,
Henry Cow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Michelle Simonal,
The Residents,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Bar-Kays,
Yazoo,
Minutemen,
Qualms,
Duran Duran,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.