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 Sweden and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Glambeats Corp. to the rap 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kayak,
Sonic Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Sherman,
The Index,
The Walker Brothers,
Nirvana,
Kool Moe Dee,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Starr,
Sight & Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
48th St. Collective,
Vainqueur,
Cal Tjader,
The Busters,
AZ,
Marine Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Absolute Body Control,
Unwound,
Scientists,
Alison Limerick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deakin,
Cybotron,
D'Angelo,
Infiniti,
Nick Fraelich,
The Monks,
R.M.O.,
Joy Division,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The J.B.'s,
Moby Grape,
Soul II Soul,
Iggy Pop,
Technova,
Brothers Johnson,
The American Breed,
Moebius,
Scion,
Tres Demented,
Kerri Chandler,
The Litter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chris Corsano,
Deepchord,
Quando Quango,
Yazoo,
cv313,
Jerry's Kids,
Roger Hodgson,
Radiohead,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harmonia,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.