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 Uganda and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Pole to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
H. Thieme,
The Skatalites,
Absolute Body Control,
The Young Rascals,
Clear Light,
The Raincoats,
Japan,
Section 25,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moby Grape,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Zeros,
Popol Vuh,
The Fortunes,
Gang Green,
Patti Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Duran Duran,
Hardrive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dave Gahan,
Ponytail,
Chris & Cosey,
Agent Orange,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
T. Rex,
Unrelated Segments,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
F. McDonald,
Icehouse,
The Pretty Things,
The Barracudas,
Peter & Gordon,
Donny Hathaway,
Chrome,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sam Rivers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camouflage,
X-101,
Minny Pops,
The Smiths,
Slick Rick,
Max Romeo,
Mo-Dettes,
48th St. Collective,
Black Pus,
Whodini,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terry Callier,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eve St. Jones,
The Doors,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.