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 Poland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
The Golliwogs,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Associates,
Liliput,
F. McDonald,
Country Teasers,
Tres Demented,
June Days,
Flipper,
Boogie Down Productions,
T. Rex,
Bronski Beat,
Urselle,
Matthew Halsall,
Nick Fraelich,
Ronnie Foster,
Roxy Music,
Eve St. Jones,
Scion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Erasure,
Kaleidoscope,
The Saints,
The Doors,
Patti Smith,
The Stooges,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Desert Stars,
Depeche Mode,
Fluxion,
Con Funk Shun,
Second Layer,
Moebius,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Susan Cadogan,
The Blackbyrds,
Visage,
Echospace,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Dolphy,
Yusef Lateef,
DJ Style,
Hardrive,
The Neon Judgement,
Khruangbin,
Quadrant,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Iggy Pop,
Average White Band,
Make Up,
Ohio Players,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
One Last Wish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Litter,
Nico,
The Beau Brummels,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.