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 Azerbaijan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Skaos to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Shadows of Knight,
Donald Byrd,
Main Source,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pulsallama,
Moebius,
Stetsasonic,
Bronski Beat,
Agitation Free,
Erasure,
Nas,
Iggy Pop,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronan,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare,
Warren Ellis,
The Gories,
Parry Music,
Robert Görl,
The Flesh Eaters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Maurizio,
Massinfluence,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ohio Players,
Wasted Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ten City,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arab on Radar,
Banda Bassotti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Monks,
U.S. Maple,
Minnie Riperton,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rites of Spring,
Porter Ricks,
Intrusion,
Warsaw,
Rufus Thomas,
Rosa Yemen,
DJ Sneak,
Hasil Adkins,
Whodini,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yellowson,
Wally Richardson,
Dark Day,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rekid,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alphaville,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.