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 Bulgaria and from New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 10cc to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Pantytec,
The Mummies,
The Dirtbombs,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Public Enemy,
Television,
Deadbeat,
Reagan Youth,
The Selecter,
Bronski Beat,
Erykah Badu,
Minutemen,
Danielle Patucci,
A Certain Ratio,
Bush Tetras,
The Monks,
Los Fastidios,
Bang On A Can,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Basic Channel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Japan,
Skriet,
Yaz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neu!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Malaria!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scientists,
the Germs,
the Sonics,
Motorama,
Eric Copeland,
Brand Nubian,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Görl,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Leonard Cohen,
The Invisible,
Yellowson,
The Skatalites,
The Wake,
Amon Düül,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Hill,
Thee Headcoats,
Masters at Work,
Marmalade,
Severed Heads,
Stockholm Monsters,
This Heat,
Ossler,
Gang Starr,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Moon,
Soul II Soul,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.