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 Bahamas 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 The Fugs to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Tears for Fears,
Minor Threat,
Todd Rundgren,
Yellowson,
Kurtis Blow,
Heaven 17,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mantronix,
Little Man,
Wings,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minutemen,
Throbbing Gristle,
The New Christs,
Trumans Water,
Terry Callier,
The Fortunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Camouflage,
Gang Green,
Ronnie Foster,
Rod Modell,
Angry Samoans,
Sällskapet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rosa Yemen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun City Girls,
Mission of Burma,
The Litter,
Theoretical Girls,
Royal Trux,
The Skatalites,
Chrome,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Pretty Things,
Das Ding,
Crooked Eye,
Letta Mbulu,
Matthew Halsall,
Kenny Larkin,
The Electric Prunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flamin' Groovies,
Television Personalities,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric Copeland,
Minny Pops,
Piero Umiliani,
The Busters,
The Raincoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fuzztones,
EPMD,
The Gladiators,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.