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 Equatorial Guinea and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Second Layer to the electroclash 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Dead Boys,
Godley & Creme,
The Electric Prunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gichy Dan,
The Happenings,
Nirvana,
The Fall,
Sun City Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Scan 7,
Second Layer,
Tears for Fears,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Beau Brummels,
Sparks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Last Poets,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare,
The Young Rascals,
Ice-T,
Chris Corsano,
Brand Nubian,
Freddie Wadling,
The Modern Lovers,
The Human League,
Roger Hodgson,
ABBA,
The Kinks,
Fugazi,
Half Japanese,
Simply Red,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sixth Finger,
Basic Channel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Suburban Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Liliput,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra,
Man Parrish,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gap Band,
Fad Gadget,
the Swans,
The Blues Magoos,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ituana,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Monks,
Ten City,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.