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 Iraq 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeff Lynne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Royal Trux,
The Young Rascals,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cluster,
Bronski Beat,
Trumans Water,
The Angels of Light,
Lalo Schifrin,
Average White Band,
Gong,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Excepter,
Section 25,
Prince Buster,
ABBA,
The Cure,
Gang Starr,
The Mojo Men,
Byron Stingily,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun City Girls,
Agent Orange,
Roxette,
The Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Blackbyrds,
Visage,
Talk Talk,
Faust,
The Toasters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Model 500,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Flag,
John Foxx,
Ice-T,
Organ,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Motorama,
Rapeman,
Suicide,
Dave Gahan,
T.S.O.L.,
Main Source,
Donald Byrd,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Happenings,
Kayak,
OOIOO,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalann,
Yusef Lateef,
Porter Ricks,
Amazonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Isaac Hayes,
The Black Dice,
The Gap Band,
Max Romeo,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.