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 Portugal and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
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 808 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 Faraquet to the disco 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 Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Sandy B,
The Walker Brothers,
Scan 7,
Nico,
Kayak,
Pulsallama,
Saccharine Trust,
Cymande,
Al Stewart,
The Searchers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Japan,
Silicon Teens,
Cybotron,
Fela Kuti,
Nik Kershaw,
Yusef Lateef,
Oblivians,
Crash Course in Science,
Piero Umiliani,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
June Days,
Mantronix,
Parry Music,
Aural Exciters,
Hashim,
Cluster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
10cc,
AZ,
Blancmange,
The Grass Roots,
8 Eyed Spy,
Connie Case,
Morten Harket,
The Doobie Brothers,
Goldenarms,
Godley & Creme,
Mr. Review,
The Pretty Things,
Andrew Hill,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Techniques,
Donald Byrd,
The Gladiators,
Hasil Adkins,
Babytalk,
Byron Stingily,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Matthew Bourne,
Glenn Branca,
Max Romeo,
Lightning Bolt,
Los Fastidios,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Man Parrish,
The Dead C,
Joey Negro,
Henry Cow,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.