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 Papua New Guinea and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Thee Headcoats to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Ludus,
Excepter,
Todd Terry,
Piero Umiliani,
Tears for Fears,
X-101,
T. Rex,
Eurythmics,
Moby Grape,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pierre Henry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Spoonie Gee,
Hashim,
David McCallum,
8 Eyed Spy,
Monolake,
Country Teasers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
a-ha,
The Star Department,
The Gladiators,
Iggy Pop,
The Angels of Light,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Glenn Branca,
Second Layer,
Aswad,
The Index,
Marmalade,
The Pop Group,
The Standells,
Janne Schatter,
Soul Sonic Force,
E-Dancer,
Tres Demented,
Darondo,
Supertramp,
Mr. Review,
Reagan Youth,
Sun City Girls,
Morten Harket,
Bluetip,
Brass Construction,
June Days,
The Offenders,
Half Japanese,
Ossler,
Stetsasonic,
The Mojo Men,
Vainqueur,
Livin' Joy,
Zero Boys,
Can,
Gang Green,
Neu!,
Harry Pussy,
Q65,
Swell Maps,
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.