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 Bangladesh and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Harry Pussy to the electroclash 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Funky Four + One,
The Busters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sex Pistols,
David Bowie,
Minny Pops,
Eurythmics,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
a-ha,
Joyce Sims,
Jacob Miller,
Whodini,
The Black Dice,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Order,
John Coltrane,
Lyres,
Ralphi Rosario,
Leonard Cohen,
the Sonics,
Blake Baxter,
Tomorrow,
Underground Resistance,
Piero Umiliani,
Metal Thangz,
Pierre Henry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bronski Beat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hot Snakes,
Bluetip,
Yellowson,
Crash Course in Science,
Quando Quango,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Janne Schatter,
Maurizio,
Liliput,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed,
Sandy B,
Jandek,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Slave,
Thee Headcoats,
Archie Shepp,
Spoonie Gee,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Görl,
The Gories,
Erasure,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fugs,
The Walker Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.