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 Italy and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Colin Newman to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Guru Guru,
Clear Light,
Boz Scaggs,
Bob Dylan,
Grauzone,
Wire,
DJ Style,
Silicon Teens,
The Young Rascals,
Ponytail,
Dorothy Ashby,
Circle Jerks,
Sex Pistols,
David Bowie,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yusef Lateef,
E-Dancer,
Amon Düül II,
Khruangbin,
Skaos,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neu!,
Hasil Adkins,
Sight & Sound,
The Stooges,
X-Ray Spex,
the Bar-Kays,
Radio Birdman,
Lyres,
Black Flag,
New Age Steppers,
The Toasters,
Babytalk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grey Daturas,
Deadbeat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wings,
Flash Fearless,
Godley & Creme,
FM Einheit,
Animal Collective,
Prince Buster,
The Divine Comedy,
Rapeman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Talk Talk,
The Black Dice,
Joyce Sims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Massinfluence,
Robert Görl,
The Red Krayola,
the Sonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Brass Construction,
Funkadelic,
Matthew Halsall,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.