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 Bhutan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Alton Ellis to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Star Department,
Tomorrow,
Henry Cow,
Lyres,
Newcleus,
Echospace,
Scientists,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Erykah Badu,
Boz Scaggs,
Eli Mardock,
Max Romeo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Das Ding,
Brothers Johnson,
The New Christs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pylon,
the Association,
Lalo Schifrin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roy Ayers,
Zapp,
Minny Pops,
Dark Day,
Nik Kershaw,
Sugar Minott,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Raincoats,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Pus,
The Slits,
Youth Brigade,
Lungfish,
Peter & Gordon,
Mo-Dettes,
PIL,
The Gladiators,
Unwound,
Warren Ellis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gories,
Joe Smooth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soft Machine,
H. Thieme,
The Leaves,
Ice-T,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harry Pussy,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantytec,
The Tremeloes,
Boredoms,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.