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 Jordan and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Bush Tetras to the disco 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Neil Young,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Howard Jones,
Lower 48,
Marmalade,
The Gladiators,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Slave,
Shoche,
Marc Almond,
Sam Rivers,
The Moleskins,
The Slits,
Robert Görl,
Visage,
Cal Tjader,
Unwound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Man Parrish,
Lakeside,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deepchord,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-102,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang of Four,
Tears for Fears,
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Halsall,
Index,
Loose Ends,
Fluxion,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
ABC,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
cv313,
Marcia Griffiths,
Silicon Teens,
H. Thieme,
Sarah Menescal,
Rakim,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Wyatt,
The Red Krayola,
The Associates,
The Blackbyrds,
Monolake,
Mars,
Althea and Donna,
CMW,
Shuggie Otis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.