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 Philippines and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Al Stewart to the grunge 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Public Image Ltd.,
ABBA,
David Bowie,
Marmalade,
Ornette Coleman,
A Certain Ratio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Hood,
Eden Ahbez,
Nils Olav,
Radiopuhelimet,
Infiniti,
Todd Terry,
Aural Exciters,
Jerry's Kids,
Depeche Mode,
Monolake,
Lakeside,
Marine Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Arthur Verocai,
Sixth Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Clear Light,
Johnny Clarke,
Pole,
Lalann,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Smiths,
Gang Green,
The Leaves,
Neil Young,
Technova,
MC5,
Yellowson,
Barbara Tucker,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Reuben Wilson,
Scientists,
Black Sheep,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barrington Levy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nico,
Cybotron,
Man Parrish,
Unwound,
Saccharine Trust,
The Blues Magoos,
Hoover,
Connie Case,
Flipper,
Bill Wells,
Sam Rivers,
Symarip,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.