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 Indonesia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Groovy Waters to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Country Teasers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sandy B,
Tears for Fears,
Suburban Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
E-Dancer,
Davy DMX,
Susan Cadogan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Buzzcocks,
Stetsasonic,
Minny Pops,
UT,
The New Christs,
Kerri Chandler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dave Gahan,
Amon Düül II,
Iggy Pop,
Janne Schatter,
F. McDonald,
Roxette,
H. Thieme,
John Holt,
Jeff Lynne,
Aloha Tigers,
Kurtis Blow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Max Romeo,
Goldenarms,
One Last Wish,
The Gories,
The Misunderstood,
Magma,
The Gap Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Bluetip,
The Fugs,
Gregory Isaacs,
T. Rex,
Yaz,
Toni Rubio,
Nation of Ulysses,
FM Einheit,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fugazi,
Infiniti,
Amon Düül,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The J.B.'s,
Harmonia,
The Vogues,
Skriet,
Vainqueur,
Eric Copeland,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.