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 San Marino and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gong to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Masters at Work,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brand Nubian,
Public Enemy,
Fear,
Bob Dylan,
The Electric Prunes,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Blues Magoos,
New Age Steppers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eddi Front,
Neil Young,
Guru Guru,
The Names,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sonics,
The Zeros,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boz Scaggs,
Jandek,
Laurel Aitken,
Hashim,
the Swans,
Althea and Donna,
Lalann,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeff Mills,
Dead Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Japan,
Ludus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Leaves,
Joy Division,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Television,
Roger Hodgson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Young Rascals,
Jacob Miller,
Unwound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Adolescents,
Quadrant,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eli Mardock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fatback Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.