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 Cuba and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the funk 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Aural Exciters,
Henry Cow,
Ossler,
Derrick Morgan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blake Baxter,
X-102,
David McCallum,
Bobby Byrd,
Slave,
Theoretical Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric Copeland,
Absolute Body Control,
Roger Hodgson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
R.M.O.,
Harmonia,
Los Fastidios,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Excepter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dave Clark Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Erykah Badu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alphaville,
Nirvana,
Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Schoolly D,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed,
Todd Terry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scan 7,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scratch Acid,
Sam Rivers,
Mantronix,
Reuben Wilson,
Al Stewart,
The Doobie Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Television Personalities,
T. Rex,
Drexciya,
The United States of America,
Idris Muhammad,
Godley & Creme,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Searchers,
Silicon Teens,
Donny Hathaway,
Tom Boy,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.