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 Barbados and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 F. McDonald to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Agitation Free,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sparks,
Chrome,
Prince Buster,
Das Ding,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Warren Ellis,
Procol Harum,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nico,
Soft Cell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pole,
Funkadelic,
Deadbeat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stereo Dub,
The Associates,
Livin' Joy,
Rosa Yemen,
Negative Approach,
Moby Grape,
Zapp,
Steve Hackett,
Nirvana,
The Red Krayola,
Eve St. Jones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Warsaw,
The Grass Roots,
Shuggie Otis,
Symarip,
Tommy Roe,
Simply Red,
Spandau Ballet,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Holt,
Kurtis Blow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Charles Mingus,
La Düsseldorf,
PIL,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Soft Cell,
Organ,
Ultra Naté,
Lightning Bolt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
One Last Wish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Audionom,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Copeland,
Shoche,
Sister Nancy,
Saccharine Trust,
Hashim,
R.M.O.,
Lou Christie,
Tubeway Army,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.