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 Kosovo and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the jazz 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Qualms,
Jimmy McGriff,
Slick Rick,
Delta 5,
The Misunderstood,
Fad Gadget,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Clear Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monochrome Set,
Wasted Youth,
Maurizio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Banda Bassotti,
Barclay James Harvest,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Carl Craig,
Ten City,
Joyce Sims,
Franke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Urselle,
MC5,
Flipper,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Walker Brothers,
Roxy Music,
Kevin Saunderson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terry Callier,
Television Personalities,
Junior Murvin,
The Cramps,
Davy DMX,
The Buckinghams,
Black Bananas,
Ronan,
Con Funk Shun,
Suicide,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mark Hollis,
Mars,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scion,
Index,
Monolake,
Eddi Front,
H. Thieme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barbara Tucker,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
FM Einheit,
the Germs,
Wally Richardson,
The Cowsills,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.