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 Estonia 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Organ 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bootsy Collins,
The Move,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker,
Harmonia,
Barclay James Harvest,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Holt,
The Searchers,
Derrick May,
Visage,
Television Personalities,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Standells,
Erykah Badu,
Ohio Players,
Marc Almond,
Fela Kuti,
Young Marble Giants,
Sixth Finger,
Jimmy McGriff,
Unrelated Segments,
Sugar Minott,
Massinfluence,
R.M.O.,
kango's stein massive,
Yaz,
Aaron Thompson,
The Modern Lovers,
The Toasters,
Sun Ra,
Chrome,
the Association,
Cybotron,
Model 500,
DJ Sneak,
Throbbing Gristle,
Schoolly D,
The Offenders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Judy Mowatt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tom Boy,
Ronan,
The Count Five,
Franke,
Robert Görl,
Bob Dylan,
The Raincoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
L. Decosne,
Swell Maps,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Index,
The Vogues,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.