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 Egypt and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Darondo to the techno 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
The Remains,
Tomorrow,
Brick,
The Fuzztones,
Marmalade,
Jeff Lynne,
Lalann,
Black Bananas,
Rites of Spring,
Thee Headcoats,
Mandrill,
Mark Hollis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crooked Eye,
New York Dolls,
E-Dancer,
48th St. Collective,
Zero Boys,
Soft Machine,
cv313,
UT,
Radio Birdman,
Black Pus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
FM Einheit,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cal Tjader,
Metal Thangz,
Camberwell Now,
Darondo,
The Searchers,
Pylon,
Aaron Thompson,
Shuggie Otis,
Crime,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lindisfarne,
Oblivians,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ponytail,
Skriet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Goldenarms,
Roger Hodgson,
Bluetip,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terry Callier,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yellowson,
Von Mondo,
The Modern Lovers,
Main Source,
The Real Kids,
Loose Ends,
Soulsonic Force,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-101,
The Invisible,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.