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 Malta and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 Scion to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Mantronix,
The Barracudas,
Skarface,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Saints,
Robert Hood,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Seeds,
Neil Young,
Graham Central Station,
The Music Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sparks,
David Bowie,
Nils Olav,
the Sonics,
The Tremeloes,
Mars,
Tubeway Army,
Pantaleimon,
Model 500,
Alice Coltrane,
The Kinks,
Pierre Henry,
Bang On A Can,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Gichy Dan,
The United States of America,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Foxx,
The Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Index,
Wings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
L. Decosne,
Curtis Mayfield,
a-ha,
Bauhaus,
Dual Sessions,
Letta Mbulu,
The Smoke,
Chris & Cosey,
Davy DMX,
The Dirtbombs,
MDC,
Silicon Teens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ponytail,
Joey Negro,
Freddie Wadling,
The Walker Brothers,
Whodini,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hasil Adkins,
Rotary Connection,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.