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 Liberia and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Fugs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Public Enemy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
X-102,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ten City,
Guru Guru,
Electric Prunes,
The Durutti Column,
Crime,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Make Up,
Infiniti,
Crooked Eye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Offenders,
The Vogues,
Eve St. Jones,
The Star Department,
Idris Muhammad,
Tears for Fears,
Deakin,
The Remains,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radio Birdman,
The Fugs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Adolescents,
The Electric Prunes,
The Beau Brummels,
The Kinks,
Panda Bear,
Fear,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sparks,
Chris Corsano,
Sonny Sharrock,
Japan,
Harry Pussy,
The Index,
Barry Ungar,
In Retrospect,
Letta Mbulu,
Arab on Radar,
Ohio Players,
The Birthday Party,
Freddie Wadling,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joe Finger,
Roxette,
Toni Rubio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Knickerbockers,
Wally Richardson,
The American Breed,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bauhaus,
Little Man,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.