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 Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Masters at Work to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
The Dead C,
Moebius,
Gabor Szabo,
kango's stein massive,
Y Pants,
Pierre Henry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camouflage,
the Association,
The Offenders,
Whodini,
X-Ray Spex,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Derrick May,
David Axelrod,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Livin' Joy,
LL Cool J,
the Human League,
The Monks,
Lungfish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Pus,
Accadde A,
The Beau Brummels,
Brothers Johnson,
JFA,
Ice-T,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sound,
The Moleskins,
Soul II Soul,
Soft Cell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Blackbyrds,
The Raincoats,
Wally Richardson,
The Zeros,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sonics,
The Cure,
Graham Central Station,
Ornette Coleman,
The Knickerbockers,
KRS-One,
Rufus Thomas,
Sight & Sound,
Visage,
cv313,
Television Personalities,
8 Eyed Spy,
Spandau Ballet,
The Slits,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fortunes,
The Gun Club,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fatback Band,
Lindisfarne,
The Residents,
Cal Tjader,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.