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 Indonesia and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Kevin Saunderson to the punk 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Boredoms,
Harry Pussy,
Q and Not U,
The American Breed,
Lower 48,
Steve Hackett,
Siglo XX,
Freddie Wadling,
Yaz,
Excepter,
Youth Brigade,
Sparks,
Depeche Mode,
Pantytec,
Tres Demented,
Amazonics,
Urselle,
Dorothy Ashby,
Iggy Pop,
Dennis Brown,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wire,
Masters at Work,
The Modern Lovers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scrapy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeru the Damaja,
New York Dolls,
The Pretty Things,
Livin' Joy,
Rosa Yemen,
Eve St. Jones,
U.S. Maple,
Babytalk,
Howard Jones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
CMW,
Ornette Coleman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Order,
H. Thieme,
Quando Quango,
Yusef Lateef,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mandrill,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Walker Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stetsasonic,
Albert Ayler,
Banda Bassotti,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.