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 Lebanon and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Average White Band to the dance 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Technova,
The Gladiators,
Roy Ayers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Reuben Wilson,
The Red Krayola,
Altered Images,
The Velvet Underground,
The Invisible,
Los Fastidios,
LL Cool J,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fire Engines,
Brick,
Young Marble Giants,
James White and The Blacks,
Smog,
Wolf Eyes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Little Man,
Massinfluence,
Nirvana,
Rosa Yemen,
Piero Umiliani,
Banda Bassotti,
Michelle Simonal,
Ponytail,
Desert Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cameo,
David Bowie,
Susan Cadogan,
Negative Approach,
John Foxx,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Litter,
The Walker Brothers,
Flipper,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Association,
Prince Buster,
the Soft Cell,
Pere Ubu,
The Evens,
Sun City Girls,
Accadde A,
This Heat,
Magma,
Don Cherry,
Simply Red,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quando Quango,
Henry Cow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Procol Harum,
Dorothy Ashby,
Zapp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deakin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.