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 Oman and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Grauzone to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moebius,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Parry Music,
Duran Duran,
The Mummies,
Bauhaus,
Gang Starr,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Funkadelic,
Zero Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Agent Orange,
Cluster,
The Monks,
Oblivians,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ronan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Remains,
Supertramp,
The Blues Magoos,
Rosa Yemen,
Buzzcocks,
DJ Sneak,
The Move,
Y Pants,
Alice Coltrane,
Electric Prunes,
Jandek,
Amon Düül,
Youth Brigade,
Soulsonic Force,
Siglo XX,
Moby Grape,
Bronski Beat,
The Doors,
X-Ray Spex,
Babytalk,
Warren Ellis,
DNA,
Liliput,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Angry Samoans,
Dawn Penn,
48th St. Collective,
Monolake,
Mo-Dettes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funky Four + One,
David Bowie,
Blossom Toes,
Malaria!,
John Lydon,
Jawbox,
Ultravox,
Can,
X-102,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.