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 Sweden and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Durutti Column to the crunk 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Cameo,
Monks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Funkadelic,
A Certain Ratio,
Electric Prunes,
Scrapy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dual Sessions,
Intrusion,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Sheep,
The Trojans,
Ronan,
Quantec,
Curtis Mayfield,
Faraquet,
Lightning Bolt,
Aswad,
Circle Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
The J.B.'s,
Malaria!,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Royal Trux,
Andrew Hill,
Eli Mardock,
8 Eyed Spy,
These Immortal Souls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Steve Hackett,
Magazine,
Schoolly D,
Kas Product,
Section 25,
Hoover,
Oblivians,
Dawn Penn,
Magma,
Masters at Work,
Pagans,
Easy Going,
Max Romeo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mars,
Sällskapet,
Alphaville,
Mark Hollis,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fuzztones,
the Soft Cell,
Joe Smooth,
The Count Five,
Juan Atkins,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.