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 Bolivia and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Crash Course in Science to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
48th St. Collective,
Smog,
Yellowson,
The Seeds,
Reuben Wilson,
Jacques Brel,
Theoretical Girls,
Negative Approach,
the Bar-Kays,
Kool Moe Dee,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Warsaw,
Harpers Bizarre,
Slave,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Mandrill,
In Retrospect,
Tomorrow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Black Dice,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Starr,
Letta Mbulu,
Glenn Branca,
Dawn Penn,
Camberwell Now,
Sound Behaviour,
Oneida,
Magma,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Associates,
Pagans,
Interpol,
Liliput,
The Cramps,
ABBA,
Alton Ellis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Los Fastidios,
Niagra,
Ultravox,
Make Up,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kurtis Blow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Names,
Warren Ellis,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Hood,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Holt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Adolescents,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deadbeat,
Organ,
Black Pus,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.