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 Nauru and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 John Holt to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cure,
Index,
Arab on Radar,
La Düsseldorf,
Eve St. Jones,
Country Teasers,
Swans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marmalade,
Quando Quango,
Outsiders,
Lakeside,
Heaven 17,
Black Moon,
Inner City,
Dead Boys,
L. Decosne,
A Certain Ratio,
Scrapy,
Fat Boys,
Anakelly,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Hood,
Aloha Tigers,
James White and The Blacks,
DJ Sneak,
Angry Samoans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pop Group,
Porter Ricks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Johnny Clarke,
K-Klass,
Blossom Toes,
Desert Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Wyatt,
Bill Wells,
Terry Callier,
The Modern Lovers,
Grauzone,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Seeds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
June Days,
Black Pus,
The Offenders,
Patti Smith,
Audionom,
Essential Logic,
Morten Harket,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Swans,
Bauhaus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Loose Ends,
Spoonie Gee,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.