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 Rwanda and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Fatback Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Gang of Four,
AZ,
Sonic Youth,
The Index,
The Wake,
Swell Maps,
Mad Mike,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pere Ubu,
Cecil Taylor,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Hood,
Amon Düül,
Scratch Acid,
David McCallum,
the Swans,
The Monochrome Set,
Vainqueur,
Half Japanese,
Eddi Front,
Franke,
Jacques Brel,
Dave Gahan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Eating Sloth,
Make Up,
Black Bananas,
Althea and Donna,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Sherman,
Banda Bassotti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aswad,
The Dirtbombs,
Scion,
Sun City Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
H. Thieme,
Altered Images,
Khruangbin,
LL Cool J,
Matthew Bourne,
Talk Talk,
Letta Mbulu,
Idris Muhammad,
The Pretty Things,
The Cowsills,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Moon,
Fat Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Spoonie Gee,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
48th St. Collective,
Pantaleimon,
Tom Boy,
Rekid,
Rod Modell,
Faust,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.