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 Israel and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Amon Düül to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Nico,
Marcia Griffiths,
Parry Music,
Todd Terry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Niagra,
Theoretical Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Maurizio,
Moebius,
New Age Steppers,
The Invisible,
Connie Case,
Albert Ayler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Byrd,
PIL,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Technova,
Grauzone,
Joy Division,
Lou Christie,
Jacques Brel,
Faust,
ABBA,
Eurythmics,
Second Layer,
Judy Mowatt,
The Barracudas,
The Martian,
Ornette Coleman,
Aural Exciters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eli Mardock,
Funky Four + One,
The Associates,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mo-Dettes,
Rekid,
Monolake,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drexciya,
David Bowie,
Yazoo,
Colin Newman,
In Retrospect,
The Red Krayola,
Leonard Cohen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amazonics,
One Last Wish,
Rites of Spring,
Pantytec,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boredoms,
Gang of Four,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gun Club,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.