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 Zambia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
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 sitar 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Starr,
The Cowsills,
Radio Birdman,
Ultra Naté,
Harry Pussy,
Trumans Water,
DJ Sneak,
T.S.O.L.,
The Wake,
The Mojo Men,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cybotron,
Chris & Cosey,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
LL Cool J,
Bootsy Collins,
Dead Boys,
Khruangbin,
Main Source,
Eric Copeland,
Dennis Brown,
Marc Almond,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Black Dice,
The American Breed,
Magazine,
Echospace,
The Angels of Light,
Mark Hollis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Index,
Con Funk Shun,
Lyres,
The Alarm Clocks,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cure,
Henry Cow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Derrick May,
Pole,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gap Band,
Monks,
Lou Reed,
Ultravox,
The Vogues,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camouflage,
Black Moon,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dead C,
D'Angelo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masters at Work,
Kerri Chandler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Delta 5,
X-101,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.