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 Serbia and from London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Ken Boothe to the rock 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Jesper Dahlback,
Section 25,
Eddi Front,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soulsonic Force,
Severed Heads,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Morten Harket,
Cameo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Patti Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Prince Buster,
Sparks,
Hoover,
ABBA,
The Gap Band,
Sällskapet,
Skarface,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Simply Red,
Kaleidoscope,
John Holt,
Silicon Teens,
Magazine,
Rapeman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dead C,
Michelle Simonal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wally Richardson,
Minnie Riperton,
Dawn Penn,
Erykah Badu,
Amazonics,
Lungfish,
The Doors,
Grauzone,
The Slits,
Sound Behaviour,
Fat Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nas,
T.S.O.L.,
The Seeds,
Shuggie Otis,
Pylon,
Glenn Branca,
OOIOO,
Subhumans,
the Association,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
U.S. Maple,
Dual Sessions,
Ultravox,
Franke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.