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 Niger and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
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 arpeggiator 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 Jacques Brel to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Star Department,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Hood,
Morten Harket,
Ronan,
Todd Terry,
Television Personalities,
Brothers Johnson,
Grey Daturas,
Drexciya,
The Leaves,
The Raincoats,
The Move,
Sonic Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Mr. Review,
the Normal,
The Remains,
The Tremeloes,
Bob Dylan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Isaac Hayes,
Gabor Szabo,
Suicide,
Roxy Music,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Blackbyrds,
Arthur Verocai,
kango's stein massive,
Thee Headcoats,
Thompson Twins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Zapp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Byrd,
The Smoke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Loose Ends,
The Mojo Men,
Josef K,
Nas,
Soul II Soul,
Accadde A,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kenny Larkin,
DNA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Iggy Pop,
Kerri Chandler,
Alice Coltrane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Subhumans,
Porter Ricks,
Rekid,
Los Fastidios,
The Fuzztones,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.