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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Scientists to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
The Offenders,
Tropical Tobacco,
Section 25,
The Wake,
The Moody Blues,
Yazoo,
Amazonics,
Hot Snakes,
Suburban Knight,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Foxx,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Womack,
Mission of Burma,
Swell Maps,
R.M.O.,
Bluetip,
Shuggie Otis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marmalade,
Sixth Finger,
ABC,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neu!,
Simply Red,
Marshall Jefferson,
Metal Thangz,
One Last Wish,
Dawn Penn,
Funky Four + One,
The Angels of Light,
Deepchord,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Green,
Cal Tjader,
Deakin,
Quadrant,
Arcadia,
Surgeon,
the Germs,
Boredoms,
Sound Behaviour,
Agent Orange,
Black Sheep,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Byrd,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Charles Mingus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Litter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harmonia,
Make Up,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.