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 Cyprus and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
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 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 Donald Fagen 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 F. McDonald to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
The Pop Group,
Goldenarms,
Tears for Fears,
Rosa Yemen,
David McCallum,
Jandek,
Camberwell Now,
David Bowie,
Lucky Dragons,
Main Source,
The Index,
June Days,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gabor Szabo,
Newcleus,
Soft Machine,
Morten Harket,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yaz,
Boredoms,
Gang Starr,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Spandau Ballet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Accadde A,
Marine Girls,
Neil Young,
The Walker Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Godley & Creme,
Qualms,
Man Parrish,
Hardrive,
Pere Ubu,
Monolake,
Supertramp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Soft Cell,
Suicide,
Interpol,
Sonic Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Graham Central Station,
AZ,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacques Brel,
Piero Umiliani,
Kas Product,
Brand Nubian,
Henry Cow,
The Modern Lovers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Guru Guru,
Clear Light,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.