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 Slovenia and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 48th St. Collective 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Flamin' Groovies,
Au Pairs,
The Moody Blues,
Nas,
Deakin,
The Cowsills,
Niagra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Slits,
Marine Girls,
Don Cherry,
CMW,
Vainqueur,
Jacques Brel,
Simply Red,
The Fuzztones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Juan Atkins,
Rakim,
John Foxx,
Negative Approach,
Blossom Toes,
MC5,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Womack,
John Lydon,
Gong,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Kinks,
Kerrie Biddell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Accadde A,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Von Mondo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Buzzcocks,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-102,
Inner City,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sarah Menescal,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mummies,
Los Fastidios,
Cal Tjader,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dave Gahan,
10cc,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Velvet Underground,
Nico,
48th St. Collective,
Piero Umiliani,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.