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 Turkmenistan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Glambeats Corp. to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
The Monochrome Set,
Spoonie Gee,
Easy Going,
Bauhaus,
The Young Rascals,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
PIL,
The Durutti Column,
Camouflage,
10cc,
Amon Düül,
Connie Case,
Kas Product,
Massinfluence,
K-Klass,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aloha Tigers,
The Remains,
Q and Not U,
Babytalk,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Count Five,
Cluster,
Ludus,
Depeche Mode,
Warsaw,
Schoolly D,
the Slits,
Wings,
Robert Wyatt,
Morten Harket,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harpers Bizarre,
China Crisis,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Motions,
Fad Gadget,
Joensuu 1685,
Stiv Bators,
The Walker Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Procol Harum,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun Ra,
Soft Machine,
The Toasters,
MC5,
The Tremeloes,
Nick Fraelich,
Little Man,
Desert Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Symarip,
Urselle,
Quando Quango,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dark Day,
Cecil Taylor,
Motorama,
The Index,
OOIOO,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.