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 Suriname and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Minnie Riperton to the punk 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gun Club,
The Grass Roots,
Nick Fraelich,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Christie,
The Skatalites,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rotary Connection,
Hoover,
Skarface,
China Crisis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Theoretical Girls,
The Music Machine,
Vainqueur,
Ultra Naté,
Boredoms,
The Index,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deepchord,
Roy Ayers,
Television,
the Slits,
John Foxx,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Schoolly D,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cal Tjader,
Fat Boys,
The Durutti Column,
The Invisible,
World's Most,
Bronski Beat,
Maleditus Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Blake Baxter,
Main Source,
Gerry Rafferty,
Throbbing Gristle,
Andrew Hill,
Simply Red,
Pylon,
Country Teasers,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rakim,
New York Dolls,
Liliput,
Minnie Riperton,
Aswad,
The Tremeloes,
Severed Heads,
Quando Quango,
Soulsonic Force,
Minutemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sugar Minott,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.