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 United Kingdom and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
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 chamberlin 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 Shoche to the dance 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Motorama,
The Leaves,
Maleditus Sound,
Ohio Players,
Black Sheep,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Toasters,
Theoretical Girls,
The Smiths,
Alphaville,
Eddi Front,
Kayak,
New York Dolls,
Drexciya,
Funkadelic,
The Associates,
Max Romeo,
The Smoke,
Niagra,
The Red Krayola,
Ronnie Foster,
Essential Logic,
The Gun Club,
Sound Behaviour,
Tommy Roe,
Jacob Miller,
Panda Bear,
Wire,
Can,
Byron Stingily,
Flipper,
the Human League,
Hardrive,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Vogues,
Ronan,
Anakelly,
The Evens,
Soul II Soul,
Ultravox,
the Normal,
Fluxion,
Los Fastidios,
David McCallum,
Ornette Coleman,
New Age Steppers,
Sonic Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gladiators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
The Blackbyrds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gabor Szabo,
Bill Near,
Gong,
Dark Day,
Half Japanese,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.