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 Montenegro and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the crunk 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Absolute Body Control,
Infiniti,
The Real Kids,
Black Pus,
Rhythm & Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Grey Daturas,
Rekid,
Shoche,
Vainqueur,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gichy Dan,
The Toasters,
Bobby Sherman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
F. McDonald,
Ituana,
Piero Umiliani,
Jerry's Kids,
the Sonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Moby Grape,
Peter and Kerry,
Funkadelic,
The Remains,
Talk Talk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Intrusion,
Blancmange,
The Happenings,
Brand Nubian,
Can,
Simply Red,
Fatback Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Country Teasers,
Magma,
Boz Scaggs,
Dual Sessions,
Harmonia,
the Slits,
The Human League,
New Age Steppers,
Cecil Taylor,
Malaria!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blackbyrds,
Ronnie Foster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Index,
Moss Icon,
The Walker Brothers,
Mandrill,
Harry Pussy,
Eden Ahbez,
Bush Tetras,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.