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 Kazakhstan and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
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 sitar 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 Technova to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Nation of Ulysses,
Connie Case,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
China Crisis,
Youth Brigade,
Susan Cadogan,
Agitation Free,
Slick Rick,
The Fortunes,
The Knickerbockers,
Jacob Miller,
FM Einheit,
The Victims,
Camouflage,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ronnie Foster,
Gong,
Robert Wyatt,
Kas Product,
Michelle Simonal,
Hoover,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sällskapet,
The Toasters,
The Litter,
Lyres,
Ponytail,
The Saints,
Pussy Galore,
Thompson Twins,
Yaz,
Scott Walker,
The Dead C,
Tim Buckley,
Jawbox,
Whodini,
Wasted Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gun Club,
Barrington Levy,
Kurtis Blow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alison Limerick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aural Exciters,
Don Cherry,
Rapeman,
Lakeside,
The Moleskins,
Peter and Kerry,
James White and The Blacks,
Kaleidoscope,
Skarface,
Panda Bear,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.