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 Spain and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Stooges to the funk 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U 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?
Country Teasers,
Pantytec,
Marshall Jefferson,
Albert Ayler,
Animal Collective,
Mandrill,
The Barracudas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Althea and Donna,
The Residents,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gladiators,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marvin Gaye,
the Germs,
Bobby Byrd,
Skriet,
Sound Behaviour,
New Order,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Red Krayola,
Model 500,
Prince Buster,
Johnny Clarke,
Vladislav Delay,
Anthony Braxton,
The Vogues,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grey Daturas,
Hashim,
Ten City,
E-Dancer,
Pantaleimon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neu!,
Iggy Pop,
The Standells,
The Kinks,
Tom Boy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
OOIOO,
Joe Smooth,
the Sonics,
Electric Prunes,
Cluster,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter & Gordon,
Sällskapet,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Alton Ellis,
Terry Callier,
Yellowson,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Divine Comedy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Visage,
Crime,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June Days,
Morten Harket,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.