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 Venezuela 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Suburban Knight to the rock 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed,
Ultravox,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ronan,
Average White Band,
Funkadelic,
Flash Fearless,
Colin Newman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Knickerbockers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Althea and Donna,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Index,
Camouflage,
Japan,
Neil Young,
Bauhaus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eli Mardock,
Basic Channel,
DJ Sneak,
Prince Buster,
The Cowsills,
Negative Approach,
Arcadia,
Tim Buckley,
Lakeside,
Vladislav Delay,
Sixth Finger,
Quadrant,
Gabor Szabo,
Bronski Beat,
The Saints,
Rapeman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mandrill,
John Lydon,
Judy Mowatt,
Rites of Spring,
Faraquet,
The Vogues,
The Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pulsallama,
The Count Five,
Dual Sessions,
Depeche Mode,
Agent Orange,
Parry Music,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stereo Dub,
Crooked Eye,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.