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 Dominica and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roger Hodgson to the jazz 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dead C,
Mission of Burma,
The Fall,
The Sonics,
Steve Hackett,
Junior Murvin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Erasure,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lyres,
Masters at Work,
Main Source,
The Remains,
Porter Ricks,
Faust,
The Smiths,
Organ,
Robert Hood,
the Human League,
Lucky Dragons,
The Music Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nirvana,
Brass Construction,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gong,
Gang of Four,
The Cure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blancmange,
Khruangbin,
Accadde A,
Soul II Soul,
Mad Mike,
Dawn Penn,
Marmalade,
June of 44,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Saccharine Trust,
Flash Fearless,
Fela Kuti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cecil Taylor,
Eddi Front,
Smog,
T. Rex,
Japan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Techniques,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skaos,
The Standells,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.