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 Brazil and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Bob Dylan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Bob Dylan,
The Music Machine,
Minor Threat,
Outsiders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cowsills,
Oblivians,
The Monochrome Set,
Chrome,
Tears for Fears,
Lower 48,
CMW,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Subhumans,
Danielle Patucci,
Agent Orange,
JFA,
Inner City,
Warsaw,
Harry Pussy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Swell Maps,
Bootsy Collins,
Howard Jones,
E-Dancer,
DNA,
Lee Hazlewood,
Steve Hackett,
The Count Five,
the Germs,
The Trojans,
Visage,
Sparks,
The Busters,
Soul II Soul,
Minutemen,
The Kinks,
The Fire Engines,
Peter & Gordon,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Foxx,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Pantaleimon,
Grauzone,
Main Source,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mojo Men,
Con Funk Shun,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Siglo XX,
Deadbeat,
The Slackers,
Moebius,
Oneida,
Spoonie Gee,
Minny Pops,
World's Most,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.