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 Togo and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jeff Lynne to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
The Moleskins,
Radio Birdman,
Jeff Lynne,
Warren Ellis,
Malaria!,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Wyatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Michelle Simonal,
Banda Bassotti,
These Immortal Souls,
Todd Rundgren,
Los Fastidios,
Nirvana,
David Bowie,
Minny Pops,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spandau Ballet,
The Busters,
Scratch Acid,
Funkadelic,
Siglo XX,
the Association,
Gichy Dan,
Mr. Review,
The J.B.'s,
Little Man,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Techniques,
Judy Mowatt,
H. Thieme,
Rosa Yemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cure,
Royal Trux,
Spoonie Gee,
The Last Poets,
The Saints,
Anakelly,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Moon,
Quando Quango,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Make Up,
Joensuu 1685,
U.S. Maple,
Man Eating Sloth,
Agent Orange,
Black Sheep,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Stooges,
Fear,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joy Division,
The Mojo Men,
The Smoke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brick,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.