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 Canada and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
The Vogues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dead C,
Groovy Waters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Moody Blues,
Buzzcocks,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Minor Threat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yaz,
Piero Umiliani,
Can,
Junior Murvin,
Monks,
EPMD,
The Red Krayola,
June of 44,
Dave Gahan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Human League,
Lower 48,
Robert Hood,
Inner City,
Cluster,
Dennis Brown,
Pere Ubu,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Motions,
Blancmange,
Joe Smooth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nick Fraelich,
Joey Negro,
Little Man,
Ultra Naté,
Sällskapet,
Q65,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Real Kids,
Make Up,
The Pretty Things,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wings,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Knickerbockers,
Drive Like Jehu,
China Crisis,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Blues Magoos,
Derrick Morgan,
Cecil Taylor,
Organ,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.