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 Portugal and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
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 harpsichord 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 Sarah Menescal to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Michelle Simonal,
48th St. Collective,
June Days,
World's Most,
Panda Bear,
The Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Mad Mike,
Anakelly,
The Gun Club,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultravox,
PIL,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Hill,
The Residents,
Marvin Gaye,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marine Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kurtis Blow,
John Holt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Desert Stars,
The New Christs,
Rakim,
cv313,
Newcleus,
Young Marble Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Zapp,
Jerry's Kids,
Quadrant,
Second Layer,
the Normal,
Faust,
James White and The Blacks,
Clear Light,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Moody Blues,
Howard Jones,
The Knickerbockers,
The Young Rascals,
Suicide,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kas Product,
Yusef Lateef,
Bill Near,
the Germs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marc Almond,
Model 500,
Gang Green,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Happenings,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.