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 Andorra and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Robert Görl to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Count Five,
The Tremeloes,
Black Sheep,
Godley & Creme,
Television Personalities,
Funkadelic,
The Fortunes,
Inner City,
Q and Not U,
Sun Ra,
Stetsasonic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Zapp,
Fluxion,
Oneida,
Maurizio,
AZ,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scientists,
Gong,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DJ Sneak,
Moebius,
Carl Craig,
New York Dolls,
Brand Nubian,
Lyres,
Slick Rick,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
Bill Wells,
Lightning Bolt,
Fat Boys,
Amazonics,
James White and The Blacks,
Magma,
Echospace,
The Slits,
Isaac Hayes,
Ponytail,
Darondo,
The Moleskins,
Stereo Dub,
Tomorrow,
Wally Richardson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Donny Hathaway,
Juan Atkins,
Connie Case,
Babytalk,
CMW,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-102,
Negative Approach,
The Searchers,
Dennis Brown,
Porter Ricks,
Magazine,
Barbara Tucker,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.