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 Ivory Coast and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Grey Daturas 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Slick Rick,
Shoche,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Durutti Column,
Ronnie Foster,
Gastr Del Sol,
Interpol,
Al Stewart,
Organ,
Depeche Mode,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Divine Comedy,
Minnie Riperton,
10cc,
The Gladiators,
Jeru the Damaja,
Liliput,
the Germs,
Scratch Acid,
The Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Agent Orange,
Alphaville,
Hardrive,
Rapeman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joey Negro,
Ornette Coleman,
Amazonics,
Cheater Slicks,
KRS-One,
Patti Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Brick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brothers Johnson,
Sound Behaviour,
The Grass Roots,
Peter & Gordon,
Sällskapet,
Moby Grape,
Silicon Teens,
Franke,
The Buckinghams,
Trumans Water,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Negative Approach,
Ludus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rufus Thomas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Charles Mingus,
Television Personalities,
Royal Trux,
Ten City,
Byron Stingily,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.