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 Fiji and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Althea and Donna to the electroclash 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
KRS-One,
Angry Samoans,
the Slits,
Black Sheep,
Boz Scaggs,
Index,
Moby Grape,
Pulsallama,
Ultra Naté,
Gabor Szabo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soulsonic Force,
Soul II Soul,
Crooked Eye,
Parry Music,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Swans,
Los Fastidios,
Goldenarms,
Model 500,
Ponytail,
Sugar Minott,
Marmalade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cowsills,
Kas Product,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skarface,
Alton Ellis,
Soft Cell,
Deakin,
Stetsasonic,
Second Layer,
Chrome,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alison Limerick,
Graham Central Station,
Bob Dylan,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Association,
Nick Fraelich,
Yazoo,
Mary Jane Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chris Corsano,
Faraquet,
Unwound,
Subhumans,
Sex Pistols,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
MDC,
the Fania All-Stars,
Clear Light,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dead C,
Basic Channel,
Lakeside,
Shuggie Otis,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.