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 Zambia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 David McCallum to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Roy Ayers,
Sparks,
Nico,
Fatback Band,
The Count Five,
Saccharine Trust,
Index,
Y Pants,
Blake Baxter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cramps,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Carl Craig,
JFA,
Whodini,
The Pop Group,
Eurythmics,
Arab on Radar,
Rotary Connection,
MDC,
Robert Görl,
ABBA,
Prince Buster,
The Real Kids,
Darondo,
Black Pus,
Young Marble Giants,
Rapeman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Susan Cadogan,
New Order,
Goldenarms,
Negative Approach,
Ice-T,
the Fania All-Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Morten Harket,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Prunes,
10cc,
Black Moon,
Magazine,
Maurizio,
Chrome,
Harry Pussy,
Loose Ends,
The Knickerbockers,
Jacques Brel,
Scion,
Aswad,
The Index,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bad Manners,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rakim,
Intrusion,
Tomorrow,
John Coltrane,
R.M.O.,
Deepchord,
Gong,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.