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 Haiti and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tom Boy to the crunk 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
MC5,
Kaleidoscope,
K-Klass,
Colin Newman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gladiators,
Barrington Levy,
The Moody Blues,
Davy DMX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harmonia,
The Moleskins,
Lakeside,
The American Breed,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Smiths,
Alison Limerick,
Nils Olav,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Young Marble Giants,
Buzzcocks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Byrd,
Pere Ubu,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare,
Procol Harum,
Suicide,
Guru Guru,
Simply Red,
Eden Ahbez,
Flipper,
This Heat,
Blake Baxter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultimate Spinach,
Japan,
Eric Copeland,
Tommy Roe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bob Dylan,
Joensuu 1685,
Jandek,
Fugazi,
Janne Schatter,
Tim Buckley,
The Toasters,
Piero Umiliani,
The New Christs,
Rapeman,
Brick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scratch Acid,
Dave Gahan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Sam Rivers,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.