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 Chile and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
The Litter,
Minnie Riperton,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
the Bar-Kays,
Magazine,
Gabor Szabo,
Fad Gadget,
Gang of Four,
Japan,
Clear Light,
The Cowsills,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fat Boys,
June Days,
Bootsy Collins,
Amon Düül,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Eli Mardock,
The Happenings,
the Normal,
The Gladiators,
Trumans Water,
Qualms,
One Last Wish,
Faust,
Nik Kershaw,
Kevin Saunderson,
E-Dancer,
The Saints,
Soulsonic Force,
H. Thieme,
Graham Central Station,
Television,
The Beau Brummels,
Inner City,
Model 500,
UT,
Alice Coltrane,
Accadde A,
The Star Department,
Delta 5,
Robert Hood,
LL Cool J,
Soul II Soul,
Stetsasonic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amazonics,
Al Stewart,
The Music Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Raincoats,
Desert Stars,
Thompson Twins,
The Five Americans,
Half Japanese,
Magma,
New Age Steppers,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.