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 Niger and from London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Yaz to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Inner City,
Barbara Tucker,
Charles Mingus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeff Lynne,
Pantytec,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Max Romeo,
Slave,
Ken Boothe,
The Litter,
Toni Rubio,
The Slackers,
The Searchers,
Cameo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cure,
Colin Newman,
The Martian,
Arcadia,
Derrick May,
F. McDonald,
Donald Byrd,
Can,
Ralphi Rosario,
Saccharine Trust,
Ornette Coleman,
Graham Central Station,
Bronski Beat,
Blossom Toes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxy Music,
The Grass Roots,
Quadrant,
the Bar-Kays,
Kayak,
Rotary Connection,
Oblivians,
Wasted Youth,
Shoche,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Byrd,
The Birthday Party,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yusef Lateef,
Index,
Suburban Knight,
Kas Product,
Funkadelic,
Essential Logic,
Youth Brigade,
The Offenders,
B.T. Express,
Procol Harum,
Cybotron,
The Music Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Henry Cow,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.