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 Bangladesh and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 The Red Krayola to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
the Association,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dave Clark Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Quantec,
Cybotron,
The Mummies,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Delta 5,
Liliput,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
Scratch Acid,
Stereo Dub,
Joy Division,
Amon Düül II,
FM Einheit,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hasil Adkins,
D'Angelo,
Brass Construction,
Suicide,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Graham Central Station,
Audionom,
Monolake,
10cc,
The Doors,
Babytalk,
Kenny Larkin,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Silicon Teens,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed,
The Victims,
kango's stein massive,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Happenings,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Green,
Radiohead,
Whodini,
Junior Murvin,
AZ,
The J.B.'s,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sparks,
Bang On A Can,
Marshall Jefferson,
Max Romeo,
Electric Prunes,
David Bowie,
Rufus Thomas,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.