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 San Marino and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
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 arpeggiator 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 Eric Dolphy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
The Grass Roots,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quantec,
Cameo,
JFA,
Negative Approach,
Nirvana,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Eric Copeland,
Mo-Dettes,
Throbbing Gristle,
K-Klass,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed,
The Walker Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Panda Bear,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bill Wells,
Joy Division,
Sam Rivers,
Massinfluence,
Nas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
KRS-One,
a-ha,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
Clear Light,
Buzzcocks,
Brick,
Brand Nubian,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dave Gahan,
Cheater Slicks,
Desert Stars,
The Misunderstood,
Jerry's Kids,
The Invisible,
Byron Stingily,
The Smoke,
Joensuu 1685,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Christie,
Roxy Music,
Sparks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crispy Ambulance,
Theoretical Girls,
10cc,
The Gap Band,
David Bowie,
The Motions,
World's Most,
Masters at Work,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.