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 Chad and from London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Ituana to the dance 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fire Engines,
Q and Not U,
The Modern Lovers,
Kayak,
ABBA,
Adolescents,
Anakelly,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Wake,
Scott Walker,
The Cowsills,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Colin Newman,
Maleditus Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
the Slits,
Sixth Finger,
Bootsy Collins,
The Electric Prunes,
Kas Product,
The Fall,
Malaria!,
The Skatalites,
The Golliwogs,
The Offenders,
The Slackers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Monks,
Eric Copeland,
Todd Rundgren,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Stooges,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skriet,
H. Thieme,
Can,
The Grass Roots,
T. Rex,
Youth Brigade,
The Smiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Godley & Creme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Judy Mowatt,
Arthur Verocai,
James White and The Blacks,
Jandek,
Deakin,
John Holt,
Lee Hazlewood,
New Order,
Crooked Eye,
Zero Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Chris Corsano,
Matthew Halsall,
Interpol,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.