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 Kyrgyzstan and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Colin Newman to the crunk 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Mo-Dettes,
Amazonics,
Black Bananas,
June Days,
Grauzone,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lower 48,
Mission of Burma,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stetsasonic,
Wolf Eyes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Popol Vuh,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalann,
Nas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Walker Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Nik Kershaw,
Smog,
Max Romeo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Guru Guru,
UT,
Parry Music,
The Star Department,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Angry Samoans,
Alice Coltrane,
Ronan,
The Divine Comedy,
The Durutti Column,
Jeff Mills,
The Offenders,
Amon Düül II,
Livin' Joy,
Fad Gadget,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Suicide,
Anthony Braxton,
Prince Buster,
Eurythmics,
Procol Harum,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grey Daturas,
Crash Course in Science,
The Slackers,
MC5,
Depeche Mode,
Henry Cow,
Lakeside,
A Certain Ratio,
The Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Modern Lovers,
Pantytec,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.