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 Saudi Arabia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
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 rhodes 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 48th St. Collective to the electroclash 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Visage,
Aaron Thompson,
Lindisfarne,
Adolescents,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Piero Umiliani,
Barbara Tucker,
The Move,
Bootsy Collins,
Malaria!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flipper,
Smog,
Babytalk,
Pylon,
Stereo Dub,
T.S.O.L.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mojo Men,
Maleditus Sound,
Mandrill,
Bang On A Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Copeland,
Radiohead,
a-ha,
Japan,
Barry Ungar,
Rites of Spring,
Fugazi,
Excepter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Davy DMX,
Tres Demented,
Public Enemy,
Supertramp,
The Dead C,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joe Smooth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dual Sessions,
The Invisible,
Vladislav Delay,
Sonny Sharrock,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cal Tjader,
Moss Icon,
Kas Product,
Faraquet,
Dave Gahan,
The Busters,
Sällskapet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
World's Most,
The Flesh Eaters,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.