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 Guinea-Bissau and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Connie Case to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Jandek,
Model 500,
Robert Hood,
Fluxion,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kurtis Blow,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
China Crisis,
Pylon,
Aloha Tigers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moby Grape,
Little Man,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Echospace,
Jeff Lynne,
Siglo XX,
Anthony Braxton,
Arthur Verocai,
James White and The Blacks,
Bob Dylan,
Sparks,
Godley & Creme,
Eli Mardock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wasted Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
X-101,
The Evens,
Shuggie Otis,
B.T. Express,
The Remains,
Suburban Knight,
Audionom,
John Holt,
Crooked Eye,
The Names,
Rekid,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fad Gadget,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Görl,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Tremeloes,
Agent Orange,
Visage,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sam Rivers,
Boredoms,
Crime,
Organ,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Swans,
The Gap Band,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.