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 Grenada and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sam Rivers to the rock 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
The Skatalites,
Bootsy Collins,
Kas Product,
New Order,
Avey Tare,
X-102,
Wire,
The Golliwogs,
Hardrive,
Sam Rivers,
Wolf Eyes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Silicon Teens,
Althea and Donna,
Au Pairs,
The Residents,
Flipper,
Skarface,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David McCallum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barrington Levy,
The American Breed,
Laurel Aitken,
The Tremeloes,
Eli Mardock,
CMW,
Ludus,
The Fuzztones,
JFA,
Isaac Hayes,
The Barracudas,
The Offenders,
Oblivians,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wings,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Newcleus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Association,
Pagans,
The Motions,
Peter and Kerry,
Bob Dylan,
Sun Ra,
Barbara Tucker,
The Victims,
Dorothy Ashby,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kerri Chandler,
Janne Schatter,
Alphaville,
Popol Vuh,
AZ,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bill Wells,
Amazonics,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.