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 Guinea and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Drexciya to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Anakelly,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Near,
The Vogues,
Juan Atkins,
Massinfluence,
X-102,
The Smoke,
F. McDonald,
The Real Kids,
the Sonics,
Idris Muhammad,
The Toasters,
Los Fastidios,
The Count Five,
Grey Daturas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispian St. Peters,
ABC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Pus,
The American Breed,
Mark Hollis,
Masters at Work,
The Golliwogs,
Slick Rick,
B.T. Express,
Glenn Branca,
Dave Gahan,
Technova,
D'Angelo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gabor Szabo,
Howard Jones,
The Wake,
The Gun Club,
KRS-One,
Depeche Mode,
La Düsseldorf,
Negative Approach,
David Axelrod,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lindisfarne,
Donald Byrd,
Television Personalities,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eden Ahbez,
The Misunderstood,
Cymande,
Banda Bassotti,
Scan 7,
Boz Scaggs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joey Negro,
The Searchers,
Steve Hackett,
Arthur Verocai,
Tropical Tobacco,
Iggy Pop,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.