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 Armenia and from Accra.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Connie Case to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Radiohead,
Siglo XX,
Byron Stingily,
Brothers Johnson,
Hot Snakes,
The Five Americans,
Excepter,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barbara Tucker,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Curtis Mayfield,
Joe Finger,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jacques Brel,
Easy Going,
Kenny Larkin,
EPMD,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Leaves,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Television Personalities,
Skriet,
Simply Red,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Magma,
DNA,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Starr,
the Slits,
Rod Modell,
Average White Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T. Rex,
Lindisfarne,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Christie,
Make Up,
Bobby Byrd,
Tommy Roe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Q65,
Mantronix,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Silicon Teens,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lee Hazlewood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Second Layer,
The Smiths,
Intrusion,
Liliput,
Alton Ellis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Black Dice,
Shoche,
Minutemen,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.