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 Haiti and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
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 David Bowie 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 Bad Manners to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
John Cale,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Theoretical Girls,
F. McDonald,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Young Marble Giants,
The Gories,
Eric B and Rakim,
Agitation Free,
Bluetip,
Lalann,
Bizarre Inc.,
Erykah Badu,
Das Ding,
Make Up,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moody Blues,
X-102,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Groovy Waters,
The Monochrome Set,
the Soft Cell,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Evens,
Radio Birdman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jandek,
Cluster,
Blossom Toes,
Eden Ahbez,
The Divine Comedy,
Dennis Brown,
Kas Product,
Juan Atkins,
The Slits,
Donald Byrd,
Crooked Eye,
Black Bananas,
Kerri Chandler,
The Smiths,
Guru Guru,
Donny Hathaway,
Sällskapet,
Kaleidoscope,
The Slackers,
Harpers Bizarre,
DJ Style,
Qualms,
Joensuu 1685,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pagans,
Rekid,
Mandrill,
Circle Jerks,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.