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 South Sudan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Q65 to the techno 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
The Blues Magoos,
48th St. Collective,
Pagans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fat Boys,
Dennis Brown,
EPMD,
Cybotron,
Masters at Work,
Bizarre Inc.,
Howard Jones,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Sheep,
Funkadelic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Matthew Bourne,
Toni Rubio,
Easy Going,
E-Dancer,
John Coltrane,
The Tremeloes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cameo,
Yellowson,
Fad Gadget,
Interpol,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yaz,
The Vogues,
Chrome,
Warsaw,
Eric Copeland,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Womack,
Pussy Galore,
Nirvana,
June of 44,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alison Limerick,
The Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Kinks,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gap Band,
Marine Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tomorrow,
Rod Modell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Underground Resistance,
Don Cherry,
The Gladiators,
Au Pairs,
Country Teasers,
Pierre Henry,
Drive Like Jehu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Monolake,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.