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 Solomon Islands and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Moss Icon to the electroclash 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
the Bar-Kays,
Eve St. Jones,
One Last Wish,
Mars,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter and Kerry,
The J.B.'s,
Gong,
R.M.O.,
Barrington Levy,
Monolake,
kango's stein massive,
Bronski Beat,
the Sonics,
Ronnie Foster,
Excepter,
June Days,
Rakim,
David Bowie,
The Index,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jacques Brel,
Bang On A Can,
the Association,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
E-Dancer,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Animal Collective,
Blancmange,
Thompson Twins,
The Knickerbockers,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Skatalites,
ABBA,
Stereo Dub,
Rod Modell,
MC5,
Lightning Bolt,
Intrusion,
Second Layer,
John Foxx,
Pantaleimon,
The Gories,
Spoonie Gee,
48th St. Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ossler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marine Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Almond,
Donny Hathaway,
China Crisis,
The Golliwogs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Easy Going,
Outsiders,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.