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 Bangladesh and from London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Todd Rundgren to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grey Daturas,
Aural Exciters,
Au Pairs,
The Music Machine,
Basic Channel,
Deadbeat,
Suburban Knight,
The Wake,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minny Pops,
Tres Demented,
Tears for Fears,
Junior Murvin,
ABBA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Piero Umiliani,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Motions,
The Pretty Things,
Accadde A,
Gang of Four,
Unwound,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultra Naté,
Susan Cadogan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kayak,
Wasted Youth,
The Skatalites,
Prince Buster,
Cluster,
Harmonia,
FM Einheit,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wolf Eyes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Teasers,
Angry Samoans,
Barry Ungar,
Roxy Music,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Royal Trux,
Maleditus Sound,
Slave,
The Remains,
the Bar-Kays,
The Victims,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Max Romeo,
Byron Stingily,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Donny Hathaway,
Blancmange,
Cymande,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ohio Players,
Funkadelic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DJ Sneak,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.