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 Malaysia and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar 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 Absolute Body Control to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rufus Thomas,
Amazonics,
Joe Finger,
Buzzcocks,
Sound Behaviour,
Hasil Adkins,
Josef K,
Supertramp,
The Neon Judgement,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Frankie Knuckles,
Von Mondo,
Grauzone,
Idris Muhammad,
Faraquet,
Tubeway Army,
Negative Approach,
Sun City Girls,
Main Source,
Man Parrish,
Dave Gahan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stereo Dub,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lindisfarne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Searchers,
the Germs,
Lucky Dragons,
The Monks,
Quando Quango,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minnie Riperton,
Tommy Roe,
Ronnie Foster,
Boz Scaggs,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Clear Light,
Thompson Twins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nas,
Youth Brigade,
Zapp,
Fad Gadget,
Moebius,
Connie Case,
Matthew Bourne,
Swell Maps,
Gabor Szabo,
Moss Icon,
The Sonics,
The Zeros,
June Days,
The Victims,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.