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 Botswana and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the punk 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Erykah Badu,
The Monochrome Set,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lyres,
Don Cherry,
Subhumans,
Funkadelic,
Bad Manners,
Sandy B,
Cluster,
The Smiths,
The Saints,
Yaz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Eden Ahbez,
Symarip,
Aural Exciters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sonic Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gladiators,
China Crisis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Davy DMX,
The Birthday Party,
Tropical Tobacco,
World's Most,
Arab on Radar,
Hot Snakes,
The Divine Comedy,
Talk Talk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quantec,
Eric B and Rakim,
Buzzcocks,
Arthur Verocai,
The United States of America,
The Residents,
Unwound,
Gong,
Stetsasonic,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dirtbombs,
La Düsseldorf,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ice-T,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Seeds,
The Grass Roots,
The American Breed,
Metal Thangz,
Siglo XX,
the Normal,
Dual Sessions,
Rufus Thomas,
Oblivians,
Bill Wells,
Henry Cow,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.