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 Mozambique and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Accadde A to the rock 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Tears for Fears,
Hasil Adkins,
Stetsasonic,
Bronski Beat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oblivians,
X-102,
Gang Starr,
Negative Approach,
Hardrive,
Camouflage,
Trumans Water,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tim Buckley,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
48th St. Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Angry Samoans,
Quantec,
Kayak,
Laurel Aitken,
Skarface,
Flash Fearless,
Section 25,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cowsills,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neu!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nirvana,
Erasure,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun Ra,
Alphaville,
a-ha,
Moss Icon,
Magazine,
The J.B.'s,
The Birthday Party,
Joe Finger,
Skaos,
Al Stewart,
Minnie Riperton,
The Techniques,
Monolake,
Hot Snakes,
The American Breed,
Fear,
Alton Ellis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Procol Harum,
Anakelly,
Connie Case,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wolf Eyes,
John Lydon,
Smog,
Wasted Youth,
Grauzone,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.