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 Zimbabwe and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Sun Ra to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Pus,
Hashim,
World's Most,
Juan Atkins,
Jawbox,
Zero Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camberwell Now,
Eric B and Rakim,
Patti Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Stetsasonic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cybotron,
Malaria!,
Fatback Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tears for Fears,
The Last Poets,
The Fall,
The Stooges,
Drexciya,
The Dead C,
Letta Mbulu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bang On A Can,
The Gap Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
PIL,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Piero Umiliani,
Bad Manners,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soft Machine,
Gang of Four,
Lou Christie,
Delon & Dalcan,
Panda Bear,
Theoretical Girls,
Desert Stars,
Supertramp,
Sound Behaviour,
Newcleus,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pantaleimon,
Section 25,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Negative Approach,
The Count Five,
James White and The Blacks,
a-ha,
Moby Grape,
Gang Green,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Motions,
The Dirtbombs,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.