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 Kazakhstan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dennis Brown 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Cymande,
Scion,
Gabor Szabo,
Liliput,
Eric B and Rakim,
Television,
Sun Ra,
Con Funk Shun,
Henry Cow,
Maleditus Sound,
Albert Ayler,
The Names,
Roy Ayers,
Mo-Dettes,
John Foxx,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barrington Levy,
Mantronix,
Alison Limerick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Severed Heads,
Quadrant,
Ronnie Foster,
Metal Thangz,
The Doors,
Bill Near,
Wolf Eyes,
Grey Daturas,
The Fortunes,
Adolescents,
Nas,
Janne Schatter,
Johnny Clarke,
Soft Cell,
Newcleus,
Brand Nubian,
Index,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
FM Einheit,
Spandau Ballet,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
Cheater Slicks,
New York Dolls,
The Knickerbockers,
Ludus,
The Slackers,
Public Enemy,
The Monochrome Set,
Rekid,
The Standells,
Young Marble Giants,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dead C,
Massinfluence,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.