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 Cape Verde and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the electroclash 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Scan 7,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeff Mills,
The Slackers,
The American Breed,
The Skatalites,
Lou Christie,
Lower 48,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ludus,
Cluster,
Quadrant,
48th St. Collective,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mojo Men,
Mantronix,
Duran Duran,
Eden Ahbez,
Alphaville,
Joey Negro,
Charles Mingus,
Yazoo,
Groovy Waters,
Spandau Ballet,
Soul II Soul,
New York Dolls,
Black Pus,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-102,
Royal Trux,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kayak,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Von Mondo,
Iggy Pop,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sister Nancy,
KRS-One,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Cale,
Agitation Free,
Whodini,
Make Up,
Khruangbin,
Dual Sessions,
Siglo XX,
Section 25,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Happenings,
Cymande,
Monks,
the Swans,
Matthew Bourne,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.