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 Thailand and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Minnie Riperton to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Junior Murvin,
Pere Ubu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jacob Miller,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fatback Band,
Cal Tjader,
The Fuzztones,
Lalann,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warsaw,
Wally Richardson,
The Fortunes,
Donald Byrd,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Doors,
John Holt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Sherman,
Technova,
Eric Copeland,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Monks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-Ray Spex,
Ossler,
The Shadows of Knight,
Donny Hathaway,
Parry Music,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Monochrome Set,
Pantytec,
Byron Stingily,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Albert Ayler,
Das Ding,
Freddie Wadling,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ronan,
Dave Gahan,
John Cale,
Erykah Badu,
Loose Ends,
Brass Construction,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Panda Bear,
Gichy Dan,
Reagan Youth,
The Invisible,
Basic Channel,
Severed Heads,
The Index,
Guru Guru,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.