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 Benin and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mr. Review to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David Axelrod,
Jandek,
The Monks,
UT,
Cybotron,
the Sonics,
Massinfluence,
Gong,
Freddie Wadling,
Thompson Twins,
Animal Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Television Personalities,
Hashim,
Metal Thangz,
Urselle,
The Barracudas,
The Litter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Suicide,
Sixth Finger,
Funky Four + One,
Los Fastidios,
Lyres,
Camouflage,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Matthew Halsall,
Whodini,
Moby Grape,
Chris Corsano,
Tim Buckley,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Move,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alton Ellis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Seeds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Bill Near,
One Last Wish,
John Foxx,
Zapp,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fire Engines,
The Red Krayola,
Eddi Front,
Yaz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Goldenarms,
Unrelated Segments,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Make Up,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.