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 Kuwait and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
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 marimba 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the techno 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
JFA,
The Slits,
Mad Mike,
Organ,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ohio Players,
Von Mondo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hashim,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Outsiders,
Young Marble Giants,
X-102,
Black Pus,
Bad Manners,
Piero Umiliani,
Desert Stars,
Mr. Review,
Section 25,
Bronski Beat,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young,
Sparks,
Pulsallama,
Panda Bear,
Aaron Thompson,
Bush Tetras,
CMW,
Maurizio,
Infiniti,
Minny Pops,
Barbara Tucker,
the Sonics,
the Germs,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pharoah Sanders,
kango's stein massive,
Unwound,
Robert Wyatt,
Sam Rivers,
Michelle Simonal,
Agent Orange,
Television Personalities,
David Axelrod,
Neu!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rekid,
Cameo,
FM Einheit,
Joe Finger,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marc Almond,
Country Teasers,
Fear,
The Zeros,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.