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 Libya and from London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Agitation Free to the funk 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Aloha Tigers,
Infiniti,
Graham Central Station,
Organ,
Inner City,
Nas,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers,
Circle Jerks,
Model 500,
Marmalade,
Sällskapet,
The Residents,
The Music Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amazonics,
Audionom,
Thee Headcoats,
Suburban Knight,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric Dolphy,
The Associates,
Fluxion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Magma,
Rosa Yemen,
Sex Pistols,
Roxy Music,
Brick,
Alphaville,
Con Funk Shun,
Ten City,
Porter Ricks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quando Quango,
Q and Not U,
Groovy Waters,
B.T. Express,
New Age Steppers,
Funkadelic,
Stereo Dub,
Amon Düül II,
The Raincoats,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Green,
Delta 5,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Skatalites,
John Foxx,
ABC,
Flipper,
Electric Prunes,
The Moody Blues,
Arab on Radar,
Erykah Badu,
Banda Bassotti,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sonics,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.