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 Indonesia and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 John Coltrane to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Severed Heads,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Neon Judgement,
ABC,
Depeche Mode,
Morten Harket,
Das Ding,
Porter Ricks,
Lyres,
The Fall,
Deakin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Faraquet,
Warren Ellis,
Neu!,
Jerry's Kids,
Trumans Water,
The Black Dice,
Amon Düül II,
Andrew Hill,
Slave,
Lucky Dragons,
John Cale,
Johnny Osbourne,
Average White Band,
Crime,
Lower 48,
LL Cool J,
Soul II Soul,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rotary Connection,
Index,
The Sonics,
Sällskapet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The J.B.'s,
Pierre Henry,
Reuben Wilson,
Kenny Larkin,
Television,
Audionom,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Subhumans,
Harry Pussy,
Malaria!,
One Last Wish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Leaves,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Christie,
Unrelated Segments,
Public Enemy,
James White and The Blacks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Evens,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.