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 Slovakia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Rhythm & Sound to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Terry Callier,
The Gap Band,
the Sonics,
Todd Rundgren,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Negative Approach,
The Raincoats,
Al Stewart,
Ohio Players,
Fear,
Bobby Sherman,
Model 500,
Adolescents,
Funkadelic,
DNA,
ABBA,
Youth Brigade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hoover,
Flipper,
The Names,
Tears for Fears,
Warren Ellis,
Barbara Tucker,
Matthew Bourne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quantec,
Simply Red,
Qualms,
The Fuzztones,
Monolake,
The Knickerbockers,
Gichy Dan,
The Young Rascals,
Babytalk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crime,
Harmonia,
Lungfish,
Godley & Creme,
U.S. Maple,
Graham Central Station,
Amon Düül II,
Y Pants,
Excepter,
The Gories,
The Toasters,
The Saints,
Silicon Teens,
Fatback Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Pierre Henry,
the Normal,
Bootsy Collins,
MDC,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.