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 Oman and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Quantec to the punk 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force 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?
Gabor Szabo,
The Moleskins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bob Dylan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Toasters,
Camouflage,
Model 500,
Howard Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sällskapet,
Kurtis Blow,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gap Band,
The Leaves,
The Red Krayola,
Organ,
Q and Not U,
Ultra Naté,
Sun Ra,
Pulsallama,
The Wake,
Tears for Fears,
L. Decosne,
The Invisible,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cluster,
The Standells,
Stiv Bators,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers,
Rotary Connection,
The Music Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thee Headcoats,
Visage,
Quantec,
Flipper,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tommy Roe,
Susan Cadogan,
Massinfluence,
Can,
Zero Boys,
The Index,
OOIOO,
Gastr Del Sol,
Whodini,
Jacques Brel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minor Threat,
The Zeros,
The Star Department,
Yazoo,
The Kinks,
The Associates,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Slick Rick,
Porter Ricks,
10cc,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.