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 Lebanon and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Brass Construction to the crunk 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Alice Coltrane,
The Pop Group,
Gong,
The Toasters,
The Mummies,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Hood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Normal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Erasure,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lindisfarne,
The Modern Lovers,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Godley & Creme,
The Count Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Last Poets,
Boredoms,
The Young Rascals,
Peter and Kerry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marshall Jefferson,
The United States of America,
Joyce Sims,
Max Romeo,
The Associates,
Wasted Youth,
Agitation Free,
Michelle Simonal,
Ralphi Rosario,
Animal Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chrome,
The Smoke,
Hasil Adkins,
AZ,
Charles Mingus,
Heaven 17,
The Remains,
E-Dancer,
Tubeway Army,
Deadbeat,
ABC,
Sixth Finger,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skarface,
Lyres,
Adolescents,
Alison Limerick,
Bob Dylan,
Tommy Roe,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.