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 Korea South and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
R.M.O.,
The Searchers,
KRS-One,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Connie Case,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bad Manners,
Country Teasers,
Skaos,
Judy Mowatt,
Matthew Halsall,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Parrish,
UT,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Youth Brigade,
Mo-Dettes,
La Düsseldorf,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cecil Taylor,
Saccharine Trust,
Ten City,
B.T. Express,
Eric Dolphy,
The Motions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tim Buckley,
Pussy Galore,
Ossler,
Electric Prunes,
Metal Thangz,
Loose Ends,
MC5,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dawn Penn,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Darondo,
A Certain Ratio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deakin,
Aswad,
CMW,
Kerri Chandler,
Moby Grape,
Heaven 17,
Can,
Kayak,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camouflage,
The Fuzztones,
The Barracudas,
Rosa Yemen,
Technova,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tres Demented,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.