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 Seychelles and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Beau Brummels to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Angels of Light,
Sällskapet,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Sherman,
Michelle Simonal,
X-102,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Human League,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kevin Saunderson,
PIL,
Gang Green,
Loose Ends,
Robert Wyatt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brick,
The Fall,
The Kinks,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heaven 17,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mo-Dettes,
Procol Harum,
Black Bananas,
Swans,
The United States of America,
Sixth Finger,
Pole,
Bill Wells,
Neu!,
Peter & Gordon,
Reagan Youth,
the Normal,
The Names,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Slits,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sam Rivers,
Graham Central Station,
Brand Nubian,
FM Einheit,
Fela Kuti,
Wings,
Moebius,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fear,
Marcia Griffiths,
E-Dancer,
Section 25,
Kerri Chandler,
Juan Atkins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Wake,
Circle Jerks,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.