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 Comoros and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 A Certain Ratio to the funk 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rapeman,
Loose Ends,
LL Cool J,
The Dead C,
Davy DMX,
Clear Light,
The Associates,
Mars,
Tears for Fears,
David McCallum,
Harmonia,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers,
Suburban Knight,
Organ,
Andrew Hill,
The Cramps,
Gabor Szabo,
Deakin,
The Mojo Men,
Depeche Mode,
David Axelrod,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Kinks,
Man Parrish,
The Fire Engines,
Stiv Bators,
Make Up,
Duran Duran,
Quadrant,
Au Pairs,
Vladislav Delay,
Second Layer,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Josef K,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kaleidoscope,
The Fugs,
Essential Logic,
The Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Con Funk Shun,
MDC,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Popol Vuh,
Trumans Water,
Reagan Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sex Pistols,
Country Teasers,
Camberwell Now,
The Monks,
the Soft Cell,
Camouflage,
Malaria!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New York Dolls,
Maurizio,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.