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 Kuwait and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
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 mellotron 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brass Construction,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ludus,
the Soft Cell,
Pussy Galore,
The Sound,
Schoolly D,
David Bowie,
Skarface,
The Buckinghams,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Holt,
The Raincoats,
Scientists,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Index,
Sister Nancy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Bananas,
D'Angelo,
Reuben Wilson,
Quantec,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pierre Henry,
Kaleidoscope,
Janne Schatter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Excepter,
The Doors,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Technova,
Drexciya,
Agent Orange,
Todd Terry,
Delta 5,
Amazonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Aswad,
Marvin Gaye,
T. Rex,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dual Sessions,
X-102,
U.S. Maple,
June of 44,
Jacob Miller,
Simply Red,
The Neon Judgement,
The Victims,
The Fall,
The Blackbyrds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
a-ha,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.