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 Kuwait and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
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 Donald Fagen 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 Motorama to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
John Holt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nico,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Doobie Brothers,
Swell Maps,
The Five Americans,
Rakim,
New York Dolls,
Unrelated Segments,
the Slits,
Public Enemy,
Soulsonic Force,
Spoonie Gee,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joyce Sims,
FM Einheit,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fortunes,
the Soft Cell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fugazi,
Joy Division,
The Black Dice,
Sandy B,
Dawn Penn,
Silicon Teens,
Sällskapet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultimate Spinach,
Infiniti,
Lindisfarne,
The Knickerbockers,
Television,
Arcadia,
Fat Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Derrick May,
Eddi Front,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Flag,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Music Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
The Slackers,
The Stooges,
The Leaves,
The New Christs,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cramps,
UT,
the Human League,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Accadde A,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultravox,
David McCallum,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.