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 Malta and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Morten Harket,
Skaos,
Quando Quango,
The Cowsills,
T. Rex,
Stetsasonic,
New York Dolls,
The Gories,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Absolute Body Control,
Godley & Creme,
Graham Central Station,
Soft Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Urselle,
Quadrant,
Severed Heads,
Lakeside,
Porter Ricks,
The Monochrome Set,
Y Pants,
Parry Music,
DJ Sneak,
Darondo,
Nirvana,
Sandy B,
Scion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Steve Hackett,
Country Teasers,
The Index,
The Grass Roots,
Sixth Finger,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultra Naté,
Echospace,
Patti Smith,
Electric Prunes,
The Buckinghams,
Little Man,
Neil Young,
Jacques Brel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Slits,
Mars,
the Soft Cell,
The Barracudas,
Matthew Bourne,
Ronan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bob Dylan,
Crime,
Kas Product,
Barclay James Harvest,
Silicon Teens,
Hashim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.