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 Rwanda and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Laurel Aitken 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rekid,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Porter Ricks,
Mantronix,
Siglo XX,
The Doobie Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Can,
Alton Ellis,
The Standells,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Womack,
Man Eating Sloth,
H. Thieme,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fortunes,
Livin' Joy,
Severed Heads,
DJ Style,
Oneida,
The Young Rascals,
T.S.O.L.,
Godley & Creme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Make Up,
Country Teasers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
Qualms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Motions,
The Slackers,
Gichy Dan,
Accadde A,
The Zeros,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Charles Mingus,
Kenny Larkin,
World's Most,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lakeside,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Flag,
Animal Collective,
CMW,
Connie Case,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wire,
The Victims,
Throbbing Gristle,
Symarip,
Motorama,
Brass Construction,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Youth Brigade,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boogie Down Productions,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.