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 Cambodia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
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 Tom Verlaine 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 Sugar Minott to the disco 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Amazonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Pus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Pop Group,
The Human League,
Isaac Hayes,
Pole,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Liliput,
Black Bananas,
Junior Murvin,
Roxy Music,
Q65,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Pretty Things,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scott Walker,
ABBA,
Black Moon,
MC5,
The Modern Lovers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Banda Bassotti,
48th St. Collective,
Zapp,
Mr. Review,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Buckinghams,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Clarke,
Interpol,
Ken Boothe,
Symarip,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Lydon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Qualms,
Bill Near,
Soul II Soul,
Soulsonic Force,
Echospace,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brass Construction,
The Vogues,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scion,
Depeche Mode,
X-101,
Ultra Naté,
Bluetip,
Chris Corsano,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.