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 Mongolia and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Derrick May to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Banda Bassotti,
Neil Young,
Zapp,
Youth Brigade,
Franke,
Todd Rundgren,
Sonny Sharrock,
These Immortal Souls,
the Soft Cell,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Happenings,
A Certain Ratio,
Soul II Soul,
Interpol,
Lucky Dragons,
Colin Newman,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Derrick May,
Saccharine Trust,
Piero Umiliani,
T. Rex,
The Walker Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kayak,
Animal Collective,
Barbara Tucker,
Sound Behaviour,
Sam Rivers,
Henry Cow,
Half Japanese,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Golliwogs,
Warsaw,
Aswad,
Television,
Ten City,
It's A Beautiful Day,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joey Negro,
The Martian,
DNA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monochrome Set,
The Wake,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tomorrow,
Funkadelic,
Donny Hathaway,
Excepter,
Swans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minutemen,
Hardrive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Slackers,
Anakelly,
Main Source,
The Durutti Column,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.