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 Lithuania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the funk 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Nik Kershaw,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed,
The J.B.'s,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bang On A Can,
Pylon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fluxion,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cluster,
Bobby Sherman,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Christie,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cowsills,
The Leaves,
Shuggie Otis,
The Index,
Siglo XX,
Matthew Halsall,
Yusef Lateef,
The Slits,
Dead Boys,
John Foxx,
Aural Exciters,
Ultravox,
Dual Sessions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Normal,
Maleditus Sound,
The Moody Blues,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crooked Eye,
Sandy B,
the Swans,
The Music Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Tomorrow,
The Fuzztones,
Buzzcocks,
Nirvana,
Hoover,
Mark Hollis,
Cecil Taylor,
Joe Finger,
Davy DMX,
Lower 48,
Los Fastidios,
Reuben Wilson,
Monks,
The Litter,
Sight & Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Neil Young,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.