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 Monaco and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Pulsallama to the grunge 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
The Remains,
The Sound,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Sherman,
Ponytail,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Section 25,
Letta Mbulu,
Fat Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
OOIOO,
June of 44,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Byrd,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sällskapet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wally Richardson,
Supertramp,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fear,
Banda Bassotti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Can,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sister Nancy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boz Scaggs,
Brick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Colin Newman,
The New Christs,
Funkadelic,
Basic Channel,
Half Japanese,
The Mojo Men,
Arcadia,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Happenings,
The Leaves,
The Stooges,
Brothers Johnson,
ABC,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
In Retrospect,
The Cowsills,
Vainqueur,
Mars,
Kenny Larkin,
Morten Harket,
Amon Düül,
Lungfish,
Young Marble Giants,
Skarface,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Max Romeo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.