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 Solomon Islands and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Spandau Ballet to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moss Icon,
Susan Cadogan,
The Standells,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Searchers,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Toasters,
10cc,
The Gladiators,
Funkadelic,
Livin' Joy,
Wally Richardson,
Peter & Gordon,
Lungfish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amazonics,
The Zeros,
Boredoms,
Reagan Youth,
Clear Light,
Saccharine Trust,
Desert Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Faust,
Maurizio,
The Buckinghams,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Michelle Simonal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alphaville,
Sun City Girls,
Animal Collective,
Tres Demented,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Archie Shepp,
Theoretical Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Harry Pussy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rites of Spring,
Chrome,
The Kinks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Wake,
Ronan,
Matthew Bourne,
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Fania All-Stars,
Junior Murvin,
John Coltrane,
Urselle,
The Knickerbockers,
Y Pants,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.