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 Belgium and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 The Tremeloes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Lungfish,
The Walker Brothers,
David Axelrod,
Susan Cadogan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Görl,
the Normal,
Main Source,
Schoolly D,
Stockholm Monsters,
Groovy Waters,
The Count Five,
Steve Hackett,
EPMD,
The Beau Brummels,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Young Marble Giants,
Bush Tetras,
L. Decosne,
Organ,
Shuggie Otis,
Y Pants,
Amon Düül II,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
Bill Wells,
The Gap Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blossom Toes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joyce Sims,
Japan,
Isaac Hayes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mojo Men,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lakeside,
Max Romeo,
New Age Steppers,
China Crisis,
Oneida,
Subhumans,
Sister Nancy,
A Certain Ratio,
Icehouse,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Moon,
Television Personalities,
Con Funk Shun,
Index,
Josef K,
MC5,
Outsiders,
Das Ding,
Chris Corsano,
Fear,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.