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 Sri Lanka and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hardrive to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harry Pussy,
Sällskapet,
The Happenings,
X-102,
Delta 5,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Almond,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Green,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dennis Brown,
Nirvana,
Nico,
Subhumans,
Goldenarms,
Sixth Finger,
Matthew Halsall,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeff Mills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radio Birdman,
Talk Talk,
T. Rex,
Neil Young,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tears for Fears,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wasted Youth,
Royal Trux,
The Martian,
Idris Muhammad,
Bizarre Inc.,
PIL,
Aaron Thompson,
Excepter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pylon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
La Düsseldorf,
The Blues Magoos,
Roger Hodgson,
The Electric Prunes,
Slick Rick,
Crime,
Pussy Galore,
The Techniques,
Danielle Patucci,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Section 25,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.