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 Montenegro and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Mandrill to the disco 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Ronan,
Heaven 17,
The Durutti Column,
Electric Prunes,
Infiniti,
Desert Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Derrick May,
The Cure,
Gregory Isaacs,
Urselle,
Anthony Braxton,
Hot Snakes,
Aural Exciters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ohio Players,
Audionom,
Joyce Sims,
the Human League,
The Mojo Men,
Tommy Roe,
Quando Quango,
Negative Approach,
Khruangbin,
China Crisis,
Althea and Donna,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rod Modell,
Al Stewart,
Suburban Knight,
Joe Finger,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun City Girls,
Kayak,
Cheater Slicks,
Archie Shepp,
Saccharine Trust,
Mad Mike,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pierre Henry,
James White and The Blacks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fear,
The Doors,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Organ,
Moby Grape,
Minutemen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Michelle Simonal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harpers Bizarre,
48th St. Collective,
Glenn Branca,
Carl Craig,
John Foxx,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.