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 Taipei.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Tubeway Army to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Görl,
Pole,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fear,
Stereo Dub,
Sonny Sharrock,
Agent Orange,
Absolute Body Control,
Crime,
Brothers Johnson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Popol Vuh,
The Skatalites,
One Last Wish,
Susan Cadogan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Carl Craig,
Bauhaus,
The Doors,
Harmonia,
The Smoke,
Little Man,
Eden Ahbez,
Barbara Tucker,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy Collins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Shuggie Otis,
Hot Snakes,
Gichy Dan,
The Walker Brothers,
China Crisis,
Clear Light,
The Fall,
JFA,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Pop Group,
Parry Music,
10cc,
Audionom,
The Moody Blues,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minny Pops,
Pulsallama,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wire,
Chris & Cosey,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kas Product,
Gang Starr,
KRS-One,
Khruangbin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Althea and Donna,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scientists,
Barry Ungar,
Average White Band,
Unwound,
Intrusion,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.