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 South Africa and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 David Bowie 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 Kenny Larkin to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Q65,
Drexciya,
Television Personalities,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minnie Riperton,
Masters at Work,
Can,
Procol Harum,
Main Source,
Camouflage,
CMW,
Franke,
The Associates,
Susan Cadogan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tommy Roe,
Public Enemy,
L. Decosne,
Los Fastidios,
Simply Red,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Human League,
Fatback Band,
Patti Smith,
Slave,
Roger Hodgson,
World's Most,
Nas,
The Techniques,
the Bar-Kays,
Saccharine Trust,
Thompson Twins,
The Seeds,
Dark Day,
LL Cool J,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hoover,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roxy Music,
Idris Muhammad,
Kaleidoscope,
MC5,
Suicide,
Peter and Kerry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Starr,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultravox,
Prince Buster,
Gang of Four,
EPMD,
The Blackbyrds,
Qualms,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.