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 Afghanistan and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Rites of Spring to the grunge 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dead C,
The Star Department,
Unrelated Segments,
Monolake,
Lucky Dragons,
ABBA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arcadia,
Stereo Dub,
Thompson Twins,
The Kinks,
Cluster,
Tom Boy,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed,
Nirvana,
The Dave Clark Five,
Guru Guru,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Görl,
Technova,
Erasure,
Barrington Levy,
Matthew Halsall,
Warsaw,
Camberwell Now,
The Neon Judgement,
Pole,
Parry Music,
The Blues Magoos,
Maurizio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scion,
Delta 5,
Scrapy,
Slick Rick,
Babytalk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boogie Down Productions,
Boredoms,
Stiv Bators,
Alphaville,
Donny Hathaway,
Sex Pistols,
Faraquet,
L. Decosne,
In Retrospect,
Fad Gadget,
Kas Product,
The Slits,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ronnie Foster,
Maleditus Sound,
Sight & Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skriet,
Matthew Bourne,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.