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 San Marino and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Blossom Toes to the rock 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
X-101,
PIL,
Delta 5,
The Evens,
Jacques Brel,
Trumans Water,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Barracudas,
The J.B.'s,
Scion,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Victims,
Andrew Hill,
Amon Düül,
Jimmy McGriff,
Agitation Free,
Rekid,
Grauzone,
Parry Music,
Gerry Rafferty,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sugar Minott,
Charles Mingus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Newcleus,
Pussy Galore,
New Order,
Cal Tjader,
The Birthday Party,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Supertramp,
Marc Almond,
Cymande,
Quantec,
Adolescents,
The Wake,
Grey Daturas,
Sex Pistols,
Sam Rivers,
Ultravox,
World's Most,
Soulsonic Force,
Popol Vuh,
Lower 48,
The Modern Lovers,
Half Japanese,
Desert Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Mark Hollis,
The Dirtbombs,
Organ,
The Black Dice,
Nico,
The Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Suicide,
Soul II Soul,
Ituana,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.