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 Slovakia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lindisfarne to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Fania All-Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Motions,
Minny Pops,
the Human League,
PIL,
Al Stewart,
ABBA,
Dawn Penn,
Smog,
Minutemen,
Toni Rubio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Essential Logic,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David Bowie,
Mission of Burma,
Siglo XX,
Qualms,
Sandy B,
Buzzcocks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Skatalites,
Sam Rivers,
the Soft Cell,
Laurel Aitken,
Pylon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kayak,
The Durutti Column,
DNA,
The Count Five,
Fatback Band,
Moby Grape,
John Holt,
The Cowsills,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chrome,
Inner City,
Slick Rick,
The Velvet Underground,
Brand Nubian,
Soulsonic Force,
Nico,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rotary Connection,
Agent Orange,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Prince Buster,
Khruangbin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fugs,
The Residents,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bill Wells,
The Black Dice,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.