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 Germany and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the dance 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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Nirvana,
The Knickerbockers,
The Searchers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
H. Thieme,
Eric Copeland,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed,
Blossom Toes,
Sun Ra,
Mark Hollis,
Masters at Work,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Warren Ellis,
The Busters,
Silicon Teens,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
kango's stein massive,
The Gladiators,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rekid,
Smog,
Bobby Womack,
Kurtis Blow,
Desert Stars,
Darondo,
Joyce Sims,
Fugazi,
The Modern Lovers,
Dark Day,
Janne Schatter,
The Monks,
Anakelly,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brothers Johnson,
Cymande,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dead C,
Prince Buster,
Bootsy Collins,
Rufus Thomas,
Deadbeat,
These Immortal Souls,
Rosa Yemen,
Liliput,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Outsiders,
The New Christs,
Echospace,
Harry Pussy,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Barracudas,
Black Moon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vainqueur,
Nico,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.