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 Pakistan and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Peter & Gordon to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Depeche Mode,
Scratch Acid,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Sheep,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stiv Bators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Christie,
Yellowson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Wake,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kayak,
Guru Guru,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Juan Atkins,
Fugazi,
Charles Mingus,
The Techniques,
John Foxx,
The Fugs,
Marc Almond,
Smog,
Mo-Dettes,
Monolake,
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlback,
A Flock of Seagulls,
kango's stein massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Surgeon,
Rites of Spring,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Danielle Patucci,
Pharoah Sanders,
Technova,
Lucky Dragons,
Adolescents,
Alton Ellis,
Janne Schatter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
Eve St. Jones,
Anthony Braxton,
Minny Pops,
Kurtis Blow,
Qualms,
Jimmy McGriff,
Unrelated Segments,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang On A Can,
Moss Icon,
Bauhaus,
The Fall,
Yazoo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Clear Light,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.