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 Serbia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pylon to the funk 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Nik Kershaw,
Arcadia,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joe Finger,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Music Machine,
Stiv Bators,
Bauhaus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crooked Eye,
Kurtis Blow,
Mary Jane Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Buzzcocks,
DJ Style,
The Stooges,
Angry Samoans,
PIL,
Audionom,
The Trojans,
In Retrospect,
the Bar-Kays,
The Barracudas,
The Slackers,
Bootsy Collins,
Index,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lakeside,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yusef Lateef,
Scrapy,
The Mojo Men,
Mark Hollis,
The Move,
Pagans,
Ornette Coleman,
Youth Brigade,
Accadde A,
Deakin,
Jeff Lynne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Urselle,
Sexual Harrassment,
Reuben Wilson,
R.M.O.,
Erykah Badu,
Tropical Tobacco,
10cc,
X-102,
Procol Harum,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Todd Rundgren,
Graham Central Station,
Marmalade,
Scott Walker,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.