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 Lesotho and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 The Fall to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 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?
Siglo XX,
Altered Images,
Nirvana,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Starr,
Thee Headcoats,
Duran Duran,
JFA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Funky Four + One,
The Black Dice,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Carl Craig,
MDC,
Idris Muhammad,
Pole,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
PIL,
Bobby Sherman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Negative Approach,
Bronski Beat,
The Busters,
Tom Boy,
Joy Division,
Robert Wyatt,
The Durutti Column,
Urselle,
Man Parrish,
Yaz,
Sight & Sound,
The Count Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy Collins,
The Monochrome Set,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Foxx,
Ludus,
T.S.O.L.,
Young Marble Giants,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jawbox,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cybotron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mo-Dettes,
John Coltrane,
Howard Jones,
FM Einheit,
Dennis Brown,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cal Tjader,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dirtbombs,
June Days,
Judy Mowatt,
MC5,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.