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 Andorra and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 U.S. Maple to the crunk 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Yazoo,
Silicon Teens,
Isaac Hayes,
the Germs,
The Associates,
Robert Görl,
Juan Atkins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alice Coltrane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Pus,
Peter & Gordon,
Stiv Bators,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dave Gahan,
Carl Craig,
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Clarke,
Royal Trux,
Infiniti,
Mars,
Accadde A,
EPMD,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Wells,
Dorothy Ashby,
Shuggie Otis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Prince Buster,
Y Pants,
Scion,
Oneida,
Organ,
The Dirtbombs,
Crash Course in Science,
The Busters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Can,
Main Source,
Avey Tare,
Young Marble Giants,
OOIOO,
Talk Talk,
Wings,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Buckinghams,
Joy Division,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Stooges,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grauzone,
The Smoke,
The Skatalites,
Gerry Rafferty,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Procol Harum,
The Pretty Things,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.