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 Romania and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the rap 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
The Barracudas,
Sister Nancy,
Faust,
Subhumans,
Swans,
Talk Talk,
One Last Wish,
Main Source,
Underground Resistance,
Soft Machine,
Eddi Front,
The Star Department,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quando Quango,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers,
Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deakin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DJ Sneak,
Lucky Dragons,
Cameo,
The Vogues,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Funkadelic,
Bush Tetras,
Stiv Bators,
Sällskapet,
Carl Craig,
Nation of Ulysses,
Michelle Simonal,
Eve St. Jones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Spoonie Gee,
Sex Pistols,
Von Mondo,
Bronski Beat,
Gabor Szabo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nas,
James White and The Blacks,
Supertramp,
Brick,
Lalann,
The Stooges,
Ronan,
Ultravox,
Q and Not U,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cluster,
Alton Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Groovy Waters,
Fluxion,
The Dirtbombs,
Kerri Chandler,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.