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 Belarus and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
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 organ 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 Nils Olav to the rap 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Con Funk Shun,
Porter Ricks,
Cameo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Seeds,
Marine Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Soul II Soul,
June of 44,
Bobby Sherman,
Mandrill,
The Dirtbombs,
The Pop Group,
Oneida,
Scrapy,
Pulsallama,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radiohead,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Parry Music,
Black Flag,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Albert Ayler,
Fluxion,
Nils Olav,
Malaria!,
Fatback Band,
The Remains,
Curtis Mayfield,
New Order,
Schoolly D,
Bauhaus,
Index,
Ten City,
Barry Ungar,
Organ,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Spandau Ballet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Procol Harum,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Essential Logic,
Sun City Girls,
Moss Icon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Tremeloes,
The Buckinghams,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Reuben Wilson,
Vainqueur,
Half Japanese,
Thompson Twins,
Tubeway Army,
Joe Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
UT,
Clear Light,
Can,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.