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 Burkina and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Swell Maps 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
James White and The Blacks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Star Department,
Slick Rick,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mark Hollis,
Eric Copeland,
Cluster,
David Bowie,
Bill Wells,
Faust,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare,
Barbara Tucker,
Talk Talk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tears for Fears,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Graham Central Station,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Young Rascals,
New Order,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool Moe Dee,
Erykah Badu,
Ornette Coleman,
Neil Young,
The Smiths,
Bang On A Can,
Donny Hathaway,
The Happenings,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mummies,
June of 44,
Dark Day,
Nick Fraelich,
Rosa Yemen,
Radio Birdman,
Jeff Lynne,
Bluetip,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeff Mills,
Pylon,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dirtbombs,
Basic Channel,
China Crisis,
Schoolly D,
Gichy Dan,
the Slits,
Ultravox,
The Divine Comedy,
Juan Atkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.