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 Algeria and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lou Reed to the punk 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid 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?
Bad Manners,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Görl,
Flash Fearless,
Derrick Morgan,
Bootsy Collins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Average White Band,
Scientists,
The Selecter,
PIL,
Mark Hollis,
Electric Prunes,
Faraquet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joy Division,
The Cramps,
Dawn Penn,
Prince Buster,
The Gladiators,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quando Quango,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eve St. Jones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bill Near,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Albert Ayler,
Wire,
Thompson Twins,
Minor Threat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fela Kuti,
Roger Hodgson,
Pantaleimon,
The Buckinghams,
Danielle Patucci,
Motorama,
Rod Modell,
Charles Mingus,
Symarip,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Wake,
Lyres,
Susan Cadogan,
Pagans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Patti Smith,
Eurythmics,
Mantronix,
Stockholm Monsters,
Main Source,
Mars,
The Real Kids,
Juan Atkins,
Chrome,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.