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 Malawi and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Marc Almond to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Sandy B,
Mantronix,
The Moleskins,
Sällskapet,
Monolake,
Quantec,
OOIOO,
Ultimate Spinach,
Reagan Youth,
The Five Americans,
Scratch Acid,
Minnie Riperton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stereo Dub,
Joyce Sims,
Scott Walker,
Scrapy,
The Busters,
Avey Tare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Martian,
10cc,
Stetsasonic,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pussy Galore,
Popol Vuh,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rakim,
Soft Machine,
Ronan,
The Cramps,
Cecil Taylor,
Zapp,
Todd Rundgren,
Eddi Front,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Guru Guru,
World's Most,
The Fire Engines,
Jeru the Damaja,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jacques Brel,
Jandek,
The Pretty Things,
Maleditus Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeff Lynne,
Alton Ellis,
Rapeman,
The Selecter,
The Neon Judgement,
The J.B.'s,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.