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 Belize and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Selector Dub Narcotic 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mad Mike,
Surgeon,
Marvin Gaye,
X-Ray Spex,
Q and Not U,
Marcia Griffiths,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oblivians,
Niagra,
Parry Music,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bang On A Can,
Bizarre Inc.,
Procol Harum,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cramps,
Half Japanese,
The Slits,
Soft Machine,
The Raincoats,
Tropical Tobacco,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Five Americans,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cure,
Roy Ayers,
Subhumans,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare,
Roxette,
Rotary Connection,
Tears for Fears,
Joe Smooth,
Juan Atkins,
Electric Prunes,
The Durutti Column,
F. McDonald,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Theoretical Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dawn Penn,
World's Most,
The Invisible,
Ornette Coleman,
The Martian,
Bob Dylan,
Crispian St. Peters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
FM Einheit,
Skaos,
Ponytail,
Althea and Donna,
Symarip,
The Gap Band,
Lindisfarne,
The New Christs,
The Buckinghams,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.