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 Costa Rica and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Susan Cadogan to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Scrapy,
Sun Ra,
The Dead C,
Archie Shepp,
Nik Kershaw,
The Victims,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bad Manners,
Pulsallama,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Lalo Schifrin,
K-Klass,
Soul II Soul,
Symarip,
The New Christs,
Scion,
Bush Tetras,
Make Up,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faraquet,
John Coltrane,
Carl Craig,
Dawn Penn,
The Litter,
Derrick May,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cymande,
The Cramps,
Harmonia,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Desert Stars,
AZ,
Soulsonic Force,
Model 500,
The Searchers,
Visage,
The Pop Group,
The Sonics,
The Music Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doobie Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Rosa Yemen,
D'Angelo,
The Fire Engines,
Tommy Roe,
X-102,
Tim Buckley,
Vainqueur,
The Human League,
Von Mondo,
The Evens,
La Düsseldorf,
Eden Ahbez,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.