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 Ecuador and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
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 oboe 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 E-Dancer 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roger Hodgson,
X-Ray Spex,
Magma,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wally Richardson,
Jacques Brel,
Loose Ends,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tim Buckley,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Byron Stingily,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Althea and Donna,
K-Klass,
The Doors,
Donny Hathaway,
Bronski Beat,
Hardrive,
Mars,
Porter Ricks,
Reuben Wilson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dave Gahan,
Index,
Ronan,
The Trojans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Derrick May,
Schoolly D,
Al Stewart,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Fraelich,
Man Eating Sloth,
Piero Umiliani,
Susan Cadogan,
Can,
Franke,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rakim,
Funkadelic,
Wire,
Little Man,
Thee Headcoats,
Yusef Lateef,
Spandau Ballet,
Minor Threat,
Von Mondo,
The Monochrome Set,
Blake Baxter,
Lyres,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Knickerbockers,
Tom Boy,
The Monks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mojo Men,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.