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 Qatar and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Quando Quango to the disco 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force 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 dance 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 a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
The Trojans,
Blancmange,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Slick Rick,
Rapeman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wally Richardson,
Maleditus Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Mo-Dettes,
The Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Searchers,
MDC,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ohio Players,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Leaves,
Motorama,
Suicide,
Joyce Sims,
The Shadows of Knight,
Heaven 17,
Grauzone,
Babytalk,
Symarip,
Blossom Toes,
The Misunderstood,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sällskapet,
David Axelrod,
the Germs,
Terry Callier,
Ronnie Foster,
Agent Orange,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
PIL,
DNA,
Colin Newman,
The Moody Blues,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eden Ahbez,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Doors,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yusef Lateef,
Junior Murvin,
OOIOO,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare,
The Kinks,
The Buckinghams,
The Cowsills,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.